I'm feeling a lot like the turtle these days. Winter on the farm, a never-ending bathroom renovation and no shows in rehearsal have really served to slow the speed of life down, if not the pace - I feel like I'm doing a lot of lugging around of stuff but when I look behind me it doesn't seem as if I've covered all that much ground.
These days it's crucial that I keep on the lookout for pit-falls that could knock me off by slow and determined course. Just because I can't see the finish line ahead of me doesn't mean that it's not there, it just means that I can't see it right now. Maybe it's because I'm spending so much time looking behind me, or maybe it's because I'm getting to the point in my life where I don't want it to be a race anymore, I want it to be a journey, one without a start/finish line, or a lot of markers along the way. Maybe I just want to enjoy the trip.
But we're not there yet. There's a season to bring to life, a writing career to establish, and a bathroom that always seems to be one job away from completion. This turtle is trying to go for a walk every day he can now, and here's hoping that by the time the snow melts and spring is upon us slow and steady will, once again, win the race.