Beginnings of projects are supercharged. The first half flies past. But the second half goes slower. And then you get to the very end...slower, and slower and s l o w e r.
An omen: pushing my wheelbarrow out this morning, I came across this guy. Right in my path. The face of slowness. "Appropriate" doesn't begin to describe that coincidence.
Days like today, I have to remind myself that even if it feels painstakingly sluggish, all the obsessing and worrying and nitpicking will pay off in the end. Get it? The end? A meticulous ending to a story is what separates between good and great. It brings people back for more. Cheers to slow days here at the end.
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