In fact, these days, I have been busy. Every morning, I wake up at 4am, get to work at 5, my show ends at 10, we have meetings until 12, then I go off to work with my OTHER team on the Sugar Project.

I do a bit of distribution for my new book, meet again with the SMS team for a final round-up, and usually leave the office no earlier than 5:30pm. Then it's home for a shower, dinner, and Skype time to read Fiifi his bedtime story, before I spend a couple of hours doing research. That takes me up until about 10pm, when I can finally start writing my Message from the Morning Man. That never takes less than three hours, so I finally get to bed around 1am. And then the whole thing starts again at 4.

In fact, saying I'm busy is a bit of an understatement. It's a good thing I love what I do, otherwise I'd never be able to sustain this. For me, this is not work. This is living my dream, and I am thankful to God that He chose me to be one of the few people on earth who gets paid to spend the whole day doing what they love. So yes, I know I'm the exception and not the rule when it comes to this. Many of you have equally - if not more - hectic lifestyles, but the majority o it is spent doing a job that you were trained for, but not necessarily born for. This is what I was thinking about when I started to write today's message.

Yesterday, we talked about time being the most scarce resource. For some of you, if you ever want to do the things you love, you would have to steal time from yourselves to do it. You would have to pretend you were sick, or have some kind of bereavement, just to get one day with your family, or take your wife to the movies, or play a round of golf. It really is rather tragic. How did we allow this to happen to us? When did we become the least important person in our own lives?

For many of you, this busy lifestyle happened by accident. You started off with good intentions, and a plan to succeed in your professional lives. And then somewhere along the line, it became something else.

Let me tell you about my friend Francis. When I met him, Frank was a newlywed baker who was about to finish his degree. His dream was to own a chain of bakeries, but as soon as he graduated, a big hotel chain swooped him up and made him a manager. This was great for Frank, and he figured he could work for them until he had earned enough to set up his first bakery. He was lucky to get the job, and he wanted to prove his worth, so he took on extra responsibilities and worked long hours. He cut down drastically on his baking and only took orders from a few loyal customers. His family missed him a lot, but he explained that he was doing it for them.

The hotel chain was growing fast, and there were opportunities for advancement, so Frank decided to upgrade himself. He started a Masters degree. this made him even more busy. He never got home before seven, and then he would lock himself in the study and learn. His family missed him a lot, but he explained that he was doing it for them.

Soon he got his masters and got the promotion. Now, Frank had even more responsibilities than ever. He was now working on weekends too. He hardly ever ate meals with his family, and he almost never had time to bake even for fun. He worked hard at the hotel, and grew his branch to become the biggest and busiest in England. His family missed him a lot, but he explained that he was doing it for them.

It was no surprise to anyone when they made Frank Area Manager. They gave him a brand new car and a chauffeur, and travelling became his new occupation. He slept at home once a week, started to live on vitamins, supplements and energy drinks, just to have enough energy to function. He sold his flat and bought a huge house on my street. Oh, and he sold his old oven. He did not buy a new one. His family missed him a lot, but he explained that he was doing it for them.

One day in 2013, when his youngest daughter turned five, his wife, for the first time ever, had to buy a cake for her birthday. That was the day when Frank decided enough was enough. His dream had been to be a baker, and in pursuit of that dream, he had given up his dream. That night, he announced to his family that he was going to quit and start baking from home again, He had realised that his whole life was passing him by, and he was missing the chance to spend it with those he loved. Frank hugged his family and went to bed.

He never woke up again.

My friends, I tell you this to refresh your purpose. What do you love? Is that what you are spending your life doing? What are you missing out on while you spend your life achieving other people's dreams? Is this what you wished for yourself when you started out in life. How can you claim you own your life, when you spend none of ot doing what you love?

My friends, you've got to put this right. It doesn't necessarily mean quitting your job - it just means reallocating your time so that what you love becomes your priority. It can be done with a little planning and a lot of bravery.

The good news is it's not too late. it's never too late. It may take a bold step to rediscover what you love and reallocate your time, so that most of it is spent on that, but you already know the alternative, so take a deep breath and make that change. You'll be glad you did.

My name is Kojo Yankson, and I am not a supporting actor in my own life's story, so I live it like I own it.

GOOD MORNING, GHANAFO!