Speed…

When I was young I had a tryout with the Reds and I was clocked at a 4.5 40 yard dash. I’m real certain they were a little quick with the stop watch. I’m not that fast. But I’ve always run hard. No matter what I do. Too hard.

Today I had a little freedom and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I debated the few things to do and found myself looking for the best thing to do. It was at that time that I realized I don’t experience much freedom because I quickly became enslaved to figuring out the best thing to do with my freedom. I wanted to use it “wisely” but ended up wasting half of it trying to figure it out.

I run too hard. I miss things. Today I almost missed that someone had written on the sidewalk “Better days ahead”.

I think the meditation folks here call it “mindfulness”. To simply be mindful of where you are. Today I’m learning a little bit about how to do that. To meditate and slow down. A lot of ways stress can be reduced.

The pain in my chest is a lot. Made worse when I run hard. I get out of balance and forget to slow down. Too much speed. I remember when that movie came out at least twice a week someone would ask me, “You know you look like Keanu Reeves?”.

I’m not such a big fan of speed anymore…the movie or the pace of life…