White knuckles. A searing glare. And it is Thursday, the week is almost over!

On my drive in this morning, I could not help but notice how miserable most of the folks on the road looked. I suppose one could argue they were paying attention to the road and I was not.

The term "rat race" always seemed silly to me. But as I was driving, it seemed that even here in a relatively small beach city - the race was on. To what? We spend so much time running.

My hope is that we can slow down enough to focus on the things that matter. My fear is that I am going to blink and be (80).


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