Took stock of things over the weekend and realized that I’ve volunteered myself into a hellhole that gets deeper and deeper. Too many boards, too many advisory committees, too many web sites and too many demands on time that is supposed to be spent on retirement and reflexion.

I’ve come to the inevitable conclusion that I’m going to have to start pacing myself. The balls-to-the-wall speed at which my life has proceeded for most of my 59 years has taken its toll and some tough decisions need to be made on how to slow down. The body now needs more than four hours sleep a night and time to replenish itself after forays out into the world.

Time to prune the tree so I can get back to the three things I love most: wife, photography and writing.

More to come.