We do it to ourselves
In my case it's no surprise to anyone.
'cept me of course.
So I've been moving every weekend for work / weddings / family obligations every single day since the end of August. Almost sixty days straight.
I've been on adrenaline so long my blood my qualifies as a performance-enhancing substance. This was the weekend I was going to "slow down". As soon as that message hit my brain - the wave of chemicals I was riding was cut off and sickness took me in 24 hours.
I have read so many business books and articles about this. I never learn.
Maybe someone else can learn from my vast stupidity.
Within this stupid-sea, a moment of beauty: Today is a most beautiful fall day in Toronto. I had to go return the gorgeous brand new Prius I used to drive to a meeting yesterday. Driving sick made me slow down, and it was then I found the power of the electric car...
I took the most scenic, lake-bound route downtown and listened to Jazz on volume level "1" ( it's usually top 40 on volume level 40).
I got about ten honks and five middle fingers. The Prius on electric is no race car. Thanks to Zipcar I drove a Mustang GT this past summer. The engine is like a Tiger getting ready to pounce.
When you hit the gas on a Prius electric it's like an old man screaming into the wind.
But - it was a truly beautiful moment of peace.
As usual. Forced upon me.
Will the same moment be forced upon you?
Or will you MAKE it.
*sniff* soup time.