back to reality

Summer has come upon me like a strong man.

Despite my protests Time just keeps on moving. I dread the thought of sounding trite, but I'm now half way done with my Masters degree and it went by fast. Really fast. And I have reason to suspect that it just keeps getting faster. I think it's only a matter of time before science discovers that the rate at which time flies increases exponentially.
In the past 12 months I was supposed to have completed the following:
1. Master the guitar. I played after a long sabbatical from the guitar, at a nursing home ministry recently, and found that I have not accomplished this goal.
2. Fall flat on my back while attempting to do a handstand on a barstool. Done.
3. Master the Greek language. Nada.
4. Become mature, financially stable, and self-disciplined. Um . . .
5. Go to a worship service in which they actually "praise[d] Him with the dance." Well, check that one off. It was dancing mimes, no less . . .
6. Read The Picture of Dorian Gray. Did it.
7. Run every day until I can compete in a marathon. Yep, that's what I had planned: every day. I lose on that one.
8. Visit the cadaver room at a med school. Mission accomplished.