I’ve always loved tortoises. When I go to the zoo, they’re my go-to animal.​

I respect how they’re just doing their own thing, inside their shell. It’s like they have nothing to prove to anyone. ​

But as much as I love tortoises, it’s only now that I’m realizing that I might actually be one.​

You see, I am slooooooooow.​..

Ok, that’s not always true. For some things I’m really fast.​

Here’s where I work quickly: thinking of new ideas, starting fourteen new projects when the spirit moves me, and folding laundry while listening to a really good podcast.​

But here’s where I’m slow, and it really gets to me sometimes:​

Finishing things up. Forming the paragraphs. Choosing the fonts. Tidying up the loose ends. Tidying up my desk. Making appointments, then putting them in my calendar, PUTTING AWAY the laundry. And pretty much taking care of the mundane things that just don’t interest me as much. ​

The slowest thing in my life right now? This website I’ve been working on. I won’t tell you for how long but I’m talking months, not weeks.​

I actually love working on it and I’m so excited for my vision of what it could be. But I get frustrated that it’s taking me so long. ​

I feel ridiculous sometimes when I imagine myself through other people’s eyes, imagining what they might say…​

And that’s when I think of…​

Tortoises!!!

Tortoises are key.​

I am a tortoise (in this regard anyway) and that’s ok.​

Every day I’m moving, little by little.

I’m slow and steady and I’ll get to where I need to go.​

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