Mulling It Over

I’ll begin with a confession. Not particularly big one, or one that’s all that shocking. But still a confession. I don’t rest well. I don’t power down easily. I tend to do things abruptly. I think in a “black and white” sort of way, so that’s the way I naturally live. As in, I’ll be going 100 miles per hour and suddenly I’ll crash. Basically “rest” comes for me once I’ve crashed. Like I said, not very explosive. But I guess in that sense, I’m a good American. We go as hard as we can until we can’t go anymore and that’s just life. There are no breaks, no stopping, time is money. Or time is whatever you find to be most important. Time is relationships. Time is business. Time is family. Time is fun. Could really be anything, I guess. Regardless I’ve begun to revisit a revelation I had a while back. And that is that the way I tend to emulate a high speed car crash… Isn’t that healthy. And it’s hurting me. Today I found the words behind a suspicion I’ve al