Slow the pace.
After all, it isn’t a race.
Not even with yourself–
to try to “improve”.
When the new model cars
come out,
they don’t say, “Oh, we
did it wrong–back to
the drawing board.
The fender is in the wrong
place.”
No, loping along, we get
somewhere–our destination,
even!
Putt, putt. Some are
race cars. What are you?
A putt putt or a race car?
For me, I’m in a hurry,
and there’s no race.
Slow the pace.