Break for café

With most things, less is achieved by doing them in a hurry. Take breathing. Breathing slowly and correctly can make such a profound difference to how one feels, we forget it is us who are being breathed. Sometimes tasks jump up for attention. A phone message heard on the machine, hurriedly returned and later a little reflection reveals a better way of how the conversation could have been handled. The world spins faster now. Mostly garbage in, garbage out. I try to take the time to pause and consider, and then when I find I’ve overlooked something, been afraid to assert myself and made an ill-informed decision, I berate myself, which only makes things seem to go faster. Sometimes I just don’t ask for help. I can do it faster myself. I liked the expression that it’s easy to look back and connect the dots to predict the past. Now Gayle and I are once more future bound. We are not cruising, we are bumping along and the future is a fog. So it is. The folly of expecting certainty. Break for café.