Talk about time travel!

I used to live so far in the future that by the time I got there it was all old hat.  I'd solved all the problems that never happened and worried about all the things that never came about. 

Like a joy seeking vampire I sucked all the life out of what was to come long before it ever arrived.

There were no pleasant surprises, or really even unpleasant ones.  It was all yesterday's news.  I had worried it into oblivion, cried out all the tears, worn myself ragged living out the possibilities.

It's a wonder I ever got there I was so worn out.

The good news was that I really wasn't there.  I was already way ahead of myself somewhere down that time line called life, nipping at the heels of another future, worrying it to death before I actually got there.

Now, as an experienced time traveler, I highly recommend living in the present. I find that preparing for the future in concrete ways and leaving all the ifs, ands, and buts to those who go before, leaves me fresh and in top notch shape when I finally arrive.