I keep telling myself to slow down, but I don’t. Even while sliding down life’s slippery septuagenarian slope, I still find myself in a state of hurriedness most of the time.
How haste harms is a lesson I should have learned years ago, when my hobby was fishing. I had a small boat and motor, a pole, a paddle, and bait box. On the lake, rat race gave way to snail pace, and I had fun, whether the fish bit or not.