Someone once posed the question to me “What if humans weren’t made to travel at 60 miles per hour?” I didn’t have an answer and I had never even considered the possibility of such an existence. That’s the funny thing about “progress.” It’s hard to put the genie back in the bottle or even ask the question about things which are billed as “life improving.” I have never experienced life without the ability to jump in my car and GO. One day, I saw a car with a vanity plate that read GO POWER. I thought to myself “that would be a good license plate for me.”
Yesterday, my friend Amanda Robbins pointed out that I had said “there’s a lot going on here” more than once in the course of the day. Then, as I put on my apron on my way to The Moxie Store (to help scoop Moxie ice cream for my brother’s book signing) my mother said “Wherever Julie-Ann is, she’ll be working.”
This is a good place to rest. I’m sorry to say it’s 60 miles per hour away from me. I’m happy to know other people might be resting here.
It’s true. I always have a lot going on in my life. I’m always working at something, even if it looks like I’m reading a book or taking a walk. I’m not quite sure how to slow down and rest and it’s ironic that I call my Sunday blog posts “Today We Rest” since I hardly ever do.
Do as I say, not as I do.