Nothing ensures a delay in progress like my being in a hurry.

I wish there were a statistic that shows the negative relationship between me trying to speed things up versus the efficiency in getting things done. When it comes to deadlines or things which I deem “important”, instead of responsibly taking action and following through with my responsibility, I tend to morph into this hybrid version of a pronghorn and a squirrel, caught somewhere between the fight or flight mode of survival; unsure of whether to progress aggressively, stand there like an idiot, or simply haul ass and pretend I didn’t know I was supposed to do something..

When I believe that progress needs to be made on a list of items in a timely manner, my first extinct is to demonstrate every behavior that goes along with having attention deficit disorder, a crack addiction, and irritable bowel syndrome. Instead of calmly taking the steps necessary to progress through my checklist of things to do, I start spinning in circles like that game when you put your forehead on the bat, I walk like an over-amped robot who has just shoplifted from Best Buy and suddenly needs to use the restroom, and I breath like I am preparing to dive 200′ into Arctic waters.

Long lists of tasks to be completed leave me speaking in sentence fragments, foreign languages and often in tongues. When I am in a hurry, I use my hands to speak the words that I cannot bring to mind. I flap my arms like I am the conductor of an orchestra who has just had the wind knocked out of him, and is simultaneously trying to learn to fly. I start this direction, twist that way, and change course, often before ever finishing the first task. It’s really a sight.

I feel so fortunate to have drive. I love that I have the energy to get things done and the desire to achieve things in this world. I could, however, stand to take a few deep breaths and calm the hell down, though. I need to work on finishing the task at hand, while minimizing all other distractions, instead of trying to line up my responsibilities into one perfectly level row of cans- hoping to knock them all down, one at a time, in rapid succession. Things don’t work that way. The sooner I learn that, the easier my life will be. Progress is messy. Not everything has to be done in perfect order with perfectly rounded edges. I need to be more aware of this.

I will take it easy today.

One thing at a time.

If I have stress, it means I have energy, and at one point in time, energy was all I prayed for.

Work a little. Play a little. Get a few things done. Have a little fun.

Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,

Beefcake

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