Sometimes I get pedalling so fast that when a time comes that I can slow down, I don’t. I think that there will be so much to do again, that I’d better get a headstart on it. I keep on working at barely a slower speed. Folks around me wouldn’t even notice. How could they? I don’t even skip a beat. I keep moving. No stopping, just going, going, going.Is it a wonder that I feel tired at the end of the day? and in the afternoon? and in the morning?
Not today . . . today I decided that since the work is caught up and more stuff is coming I am going to play. I’m going to open up my brain and let wind blow right on through it. A little airing out in there will do me a world of good. I’m smiling from the inside out just thinking about it.
The sky is blue. The lake is too. My blue eyes are going out to join them.
I’ll be just like a little kid, playing in a fountain.
When I come back in from playing, the work will still be here.
I bet my brain will get three times as much done then.
—me strauss Letting me be
4 comments:
Just don't let the boss catch you... ;)
You're the only boxx I worry about!
smiles,
Liz
I think it's nice for you that spring is getting near. Down here in S. Fla it's just green - all the time. We get a little blip every year that people call "spring!" - we celebrate it, but it's nothing like the explosion of life you get up north.
NOW - on to what I'm really writing to you about: What has happened to the 65th? The 65th has been absent for awhile & I'm starting to wonder.
E
Hi!
Spring is a wonderful explosion. You're right about that. The 65th has gone looking for work on a story that was in a warmer climate . . . he could be right outside your window.
Liz
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