I am a hortoise

My mother likes to remind me that the tortoise wins the race. She thinks I should be more of a tortoise. She supports my slowing down.

I love my slowing down and I love her support. And I love to remind her that I’ll never, really, fully be a tortoise, even as I go slower. She is a tortoise. A very happy, proud tortoise. Moving forward unhurriedly. Taking her time. Going at a speed that can drive me crazy. But it’s great for her.

Me? I like pieces of the tortoise. I enjoy having the choice to go at this new speed, but I also enjoy my hare-ness.

My hare-ness is a huge part of who I am. I enjoy racing about at times. I enjoy the quickness and the cockiness and the humor of the hare, even as I enjoy the slow and steadiness of the tortoise.

I am a hortoise.

I have decided to take the best of both and combine them. I have decided to be at choice about my speed. To sometimes let my quickness carry me, and sometimes let my leisurely pace sustain me. To dash about when it feels good, and to take my time – and my time off – when it feels better.

I am a hortoise.

How about you?

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2 thoughts on “I am a hortoise

  1. Hares win some types of races.
    Tortoises win some types of races.
    Those of us who live in a multi-dimentional world need a more balanced set of skills.
    For us, diverse skills and deft application are more likely to win in life’s race with time.

    1. YES! Diverse skills and deft application. Pulling on my tortoise skills and approaches and my hare skills and approaches. And whatever else we may need. Thanks!!

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