My relationship with time is an odd one. I’m finally starting to realize that making an effort to be mindful in the present is a far better place than looking ahead. For some silly reason there is always a bit of dread in the future. For example, I really love my job, and when I’m doing it I am very present, which I think adds to my enjoyment of it. Yet I continue to await the start of a work day with reluctance. There are days that each minute feels like a test, but those days are fewer and farther between.