Sometimes it feels like I just can't slow down. I rush all day while I work—and then I rush to fit in a walk, make dinner, fold the laundry, run to the store. My internal pace is frenetic—but so is my external pace. I'm speeding around the house, bumping my hips into corners because I take them too fast. Sometimes Sean says, "Tara! Slow down!"
Why We Just Keep Squeezing More In
Why We Just Keep Squeezing More In
Why We Just Keep Squeezing More In
Sometimes it feels like I just can't slow down. I rush all day while I work—and then I rush to fit in a walk, make dinner, fold the laundry, run to the store. My internal pace is frenetic—but so is my external pace. I'm speeding around the house, bumping my hips into corners because I take them too fast. Sometimes Sean says, "Tara! Slow down!"