The solstice reminds us that the long, warm days of summer will start getting shorter and shorter. What happened to those hopeful days of Spring? How is it possible that on this first official day of summer (here in the northern hemisphere), summer suddenly seems finite? We feel we need more time, but what we really need is a strategy for making best use of those precious summer days before they disappear. Here's the analogy I'm suggesting: Just as the Solstice reminds us