Pick up the pace.  That’s my wish.

Let me think about that for a moment…  Or twenty…

It’s an odd dichotomy.  I do a lot.  And whatever I’ve assigned myself to do will consume all the time available in which to do it.

One of the reasons I started waddling again is to increase my turnover.  In running, that’s the frequency of my footfalls.  In life, it’s my rate and capacity for the tasks at hand.  I want to do a lot with my life and there’s a finite time to do it.  I’d better get faster.

It feels great to be getting out again.  It’s only been a week and my energy level is up.  Granted, yesterday was an “I am overflowing with a muzzy distemper” day — not that anyone could tell — I hope — ah, well….  But, overall it’s better.

So, let’s try to translate this into a faster task turnover.

Tomorrow.

Maybe Monday.

To everything, turn, turn, turn…

Significantly,

Susan Scot Fry

Update…  This will take a bit more than a day to realize.  I also think I’m being very hard on myself again.