Speed limit

So far, 2012 has been … in a word: busy.

Things are moving and shaking. I’m spinning a lot of project plates just now, both on the work side and the personal side. I’m certainly not bored. Good grief, I have no time to be. And that’s great!
Busy is good. But some days, “busy” is a four-letter word.

As I age, I’m coming to know myself.

I only have so much energy, and that ebbs and flows. Certain things charge me up, and those waves run high, fast, and strong. And yet I know I have to be careful, because I can only keep up the pace for so long. I’ve begun to learn my pattern, and I can feel when my endurance is starting to fade. I get wobbly; I start missing details and my attention span snaps.

If I’m paying attention, and I catch it quick enough, I can avert total disaster. Which makes charging the batteries that much easier and quicker.

If I don’t catch it quick enough, those waves I’m riding start to crash. And I end up in a puddle. And it’s not always pretty. I don’t like puddling—because it usually means something gets mucked up while I’m recharging and recovering.

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Mario Andretti is credited with saying, “If everything’s under control, you aren’t going fast enough.”

My disclaimer: There’s a speed limit. And the flashing red & blue will graciously remind you what it is. Pay attention; don’t crash the wall. It wins.
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Smack. The wall hit me this time. Hard. So much for thinking I had another week or two to slow down.

My Pollyanna needs a vacation. And the rest of me needs a nap.

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