Perfection.

Never start a day. In a hurry. Instead, proceed. Ever so slowly. Often. I don’t start until noon. When I begin to function. Not yet on all cylinders. I allow the pace to pick up. Gradually. Until it’s a smooth, even flow. I’m at my best. Late at night. And into the wee hours of morning. Then it’s time to shutdown.  To feel tired. But relaxed. To set aside. All anxieties. To fully feel the pleasure of recuperative sleep.  A day. With a perfect beginning and ending. --Jim Broede