If life gives you lemons make lemonade.

My lemonade has been fairly sour these days. I think it's like every recipe though, with practice you eventually get it right. Every version takes time to perfect. I need more time. Sometimes I feel like I'm jumping ahead of myself. Like I need to slow down but there's so much to accomplish in life that I'm afraid. It's odd how people say, "You've got all the time in the world." The world encompasses area, there is no time in area, so how much time is there in the world? I have all the time that I'll be part of this world, but none of us knows how long that is. I haven't found my niche; my anxious ways wonder how long this will take, it's keeping me awake.