Go Fast or Slow
My Step mother used to say to me "move or they will throw dirt on you". When I was driving she would beg me to "go the speed limit at least!". Looking back that's funny and I guess I was always slow. Even an ex-girlfriends mother who I really liked, wrote me birthday and Christmas cards and addressed them to "Dear One Speed". So come to think about it today, maybe I was slow moving.
Today I tell people that I am slow but eventually I get there. Maybe it's a variation of the expression "slow but deadly accurate". I may not be deadly but usually the final outcome is something that I am happy and proud about. It reaffirms my cautious slow nature. I don't measure twice and cut once, I measure sometimes for weeks and months and even years before I cut. In fact I have many outstanding projects which I have not started yet to cut but I have researched them incessantly. (The broken fridge has been broken for weeks and I will order a new one just as soon as I choose one. Not only does it have to fit through the front door width of 31" and fit inside the built in space with handles of less than 33" in depth but also it has to be the right colour which I have not decided on yet and has to be on sale. I can dwel on choosing this fridge while the weather is cold outside.)
I have two speeds, slow and stop. But occasionally, very rarely actually, I have one hidden speed that only comes out in a blue moon, and that is slowly attack it and get everything done in half an hour. I shock myself and everyone else when this happens.
I shocked myself when I attacked my mom's double garage and cleared all the years of accumulated storage to make room for my car. It actually took 20 mins with help from my neighbour Steve. This fall I redid my mom's kitchen after years of hating it. I made a pantry, moved the fridge into the old pantry, painted the ceiling three times and all the walls, bought three kitchen counter tops and put one on and just basically really rearranged things so that now I love spending time having coffee and cooking in the kitchen. I did the same upstairs in the master bedroom (because I am the master haha), and I just love going upstairs to the bedroom and asking Siri to turn on the bedroom light.
Most times these sporadic bursts of action are unplanned, they just start. It's when they are planned that they take forever to get going.
Today I am writing this when I should be doing something else. Coffee is done and now I should get to the something else.