We probably all have something we've been told since we were young. Something we hate to hear. It grates on our nerves. Quite possibly because it rings too true. For me? Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
I'm fast. I am. A few examples:
I talk fast. Really fast. I've managed to slow down a bit over the years. I have. If I ever leave a message on our voicemail at home and listen to it later I'm always baffled. Who can understand that?
I drive fast. I brake fast. I change lanes fast. There can't be anything in my window or it slides from side to side. I make people carsick. I think. I should.
I eat fast. If you eat slow and I've eaten with you... guarantee it was painful for me. So painful. Eating slow is torturous. Plus, your food gets cold. Aside from my kids, who likes tepid food? I inhale. Oh, and this isn't the point - but if you're a girl who orders half a salad, takes half an hour to eat it and then proclaims "I'm so stuffed." - I never, ever want to eat with you. So annoying.
I run fast. This is why I could never be a long distance runner. Plodding along at 6 mph...zzzz. I run hard. 8-10 mph for a few minutes and back off to breathe. Then amp it up again. None of this painfully slow jogging thing.
I type fast. I was a rockin' awesome transcriptionist. My fingers FLY, baby. Just ask anyone with whom I have rapid-fire email response. Watching my husband finger peck is excruciating. I have to take over.
I write fast. Not sayin' it's legible. Probably why I can never reread convention notes.
I just plain move fast. Cook fast. Bake fast. Brush fast. Walk fast. Read fast. Oh, yes...I read fast. Very. And play Dutch Blitz with me. Dare ya.
Interesting thing though. I have low blood pressure. I have a low resting heart rate. So low that they generally have to take it again. So, maybe I balance myself out after all.
That brings us to the doll that is most definitely my daughter. She got a giftie from her boy crush yesterday afternoon. She colored the whole thing in 30 minutes.
Ain't no restraint for this girl. Save some for later? Why? These are cacti stained glass pictures that came from Arizona. Her exclamation as I take the picture: "It's like I'm a princess in the desert!"
She's convinced she knows all there is to know about Arizona now. Absolutely. Dad is off registering this spirited thing for Kindergarten. How did that happen? I must blink fast.
So, while I was tempted to include "learn to savor" in my resolution list - I know it's just not going to happen. It's not in me. Apparently, it's a trait I've passed on to my daughter as well. Just the other night she was eating a sucker. Like me, she can't suck them. Chew, chew, chew. All done. I resolve not to tell her to "slow down." But, of course I have to tell her something that will stay with her for life. What is it? Hmmm. "Tone it down." "Take it down a notch." "Take it down an octave." Eyiyiyiii.