What is this rush! As if we are all trying to crowd into the last train. Squeezing and pushing to make room. The journey is not this maddening pace.
I would rather camp out on the bench for the next day. I might be late and a bit dirty, but for goodness sakes I am not that much in a hurry. To master sewing, to make lots of money. It all takes time that we do and don’t have.
It depends on the order in which we shift the gears. We can grind the pedal and hope to get there. Or we can smooth out those expectations. Warm days arrive and so do the cold. I will divide those days in between moments of let go and giving.