I sat here yesterday playing some old-time favorite country music, belting out the lyrics as if no one was listening. Well, technically, no one was -- at least not that I know of...
It reminds me of my days growing up in Minnesota and the simplicity of life in general. I miss that. I miss having things move a little slower, and mean a lot more. "Haste makes waste" has never wrang more true to me then at this time in my life.
I am forced to move more slowly now that I am walking, but everything, and everyone around me wants to move at the same pace as before; the speed of light. Even if I could walk faster, I no longer wish to move at that speed.
Everyone is in such a hurry all the time they miss out on the important things in life. I no longer want to miss out on those things. The whirlwind that was once spinning around my head is now gone, and I plan to keep it that way.
I'm just afraid if I don't get out of Florida, it will return whether I like it or not.
Step count today: 974
Steps I'm ahead: 1152