Its hard, the hardest thing I ever had to learn is to slow down, and not do everything. I fight this to this day. I hate feeling left out, having to choose to stay home, or to not get things done that I want to.
-From The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
-From Slow Dance by David L Weatherford (Warning: music and obnoxious formatting at the link)
I used to live a high-speed life, and in some ways still do. In high school, I took the most challenging courses offered each year, plus concert/marching band. Marching band by itself is a huge time commitment, involving band camp, after-school practices, in-school practices, home game performances, competitions, and annual ceremonies such as Veterans Day and Memorial Day. For two years in high school, I was involved in committees at the UU church I attended (my senior year, this was the Executive Committee). I was in chorus for one year in high school, and in the UU society choir for two. I participated in some GSA events. I went to poetry club meetings. I worked on the literary magazine. I volunteered. I somehow juggled all of these, if not effortlessly, at least well.
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