This week, as I find myself in recovery, both physically and emotionally, I’ve been given the rare gift to pause and really take stock of my life. Surgery may be a process of healing and mending, but it’s also forced me into a period of stillness, where all I can do is reflect. I’ve been asking myself questions that feel both urgent and overdue: What truly matters to me? What am I willing to tolerate? And, more importantly, where is my precious time going, and is it aligned with my dreams? Time, after all, is the only currency we spend without thinking—and once it’s gone, there’s no earning it back. So why are we so quick to waste it?

Life has a way of tricking us into believing we’re here forever. We put off our dreams, delay our passions, and push back the important conversations until “tomorrow.” But tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. It’s a fragile promise that too often goes unfulfilled. Maybe it’s the thought of recovery, or maybe it’s the undeniable reality that this experience has given me time to face. I realize now, more than ever, that we don’t have the luxury of endless tomorrows. The more we wait, the more we lose pieces of ourselves that we’ll never get back.

What makes us waste time so easily, as if we have an unlimited supply? I think it’s because we’re not always taught to treasure it. We see time as this vast expanse, and we drift along, sometimes aimlessly. We stay in jobs that drain us, relationships that deplete us, and routines that don’t inspire us. I’m learning that healing, whether it’s physical or emotional, demands that we treat time as a sacred asset. It’s a wake-up call to stop the automatic habits and be intentional with each moment we’re given.

So here’s the lesson I want to share: let’s be mindful. Let’s stop letting time slip through our fingers without asking if it’s spent wisely or meaningfully. Let’s give our passions a chance. Let’s seek healing, make the necessary changes, and take the small, often uncomfortable steps to live our best lives. It’s easy to say we’ll do it “someday,” but someday often becomes never. As I’m learning in my own journey, real healing comes not only from taking care of our bodies but from honoring our time by filling it with things that make us whole.

This week has been a reminder for me, and maybe for you, too. Time isn’t just passing—it’s a gift, a chance, a currency to spend on what truly matters. Let’s not wait. Let’s start today. With love and light, let’s live as if each moment truly counts, because it does. So, I ask you: what will you do with your precious time?