My own peculiar rhythm.

I wonder. Sometimes. Why certain friends and acquaintances. Don’t live at a more leisurely pace.  When they could.  Instead, they seem to be in a hurry. Maybe it’s my imagination.  Or maybe it’s that I consciously try to slow down. To take my time. To savor the moment. And therefore, everyone else seems to be going at a breakneck speed. Doing too much, too fast. I don’t mind living by a schedule. But don’t give me a grueling one. I want my space and pace. Time to reflect and ponder my next move. Like playing a game of chess. Slow. Slow. Methodically.  Leisurely.  Maybe it’s just me. My way. To live and love. By my own peculiar rhythm. --Jim Broede