Rat Race

It’s a race, and I’m not sure who I am, but it may be Mr. Bean. If you haven’t watched the ICONIC movie ‘Rat Race’, it’s on my short list of must sees, along with JAWS and The Family Stone. This last week has felt like a whirlpool and a sand pit all at the same time. Rushing to get as much done before I go, making sure my boss is 100% set up and I don’t let him down, and then wanting quality time with Jeff, puppy and my family.

On the other hand, I at times feel I’m at a stand still looking into my life from The Lion and The Witch’s wardrobe. Am I making the right choices? I wish I started saving when my parents told me to. Are those new lines on my face or just crappy lighting? It’s all going through - at sand speed, and warp speed.

There’s an ALABAMA song that goes ‘I’m in a hurry to get things done. I’m rushing rushing till life’s no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die, but I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.’ I want to stop rushing to get it all done. I’m going to work on the living part, and being happy to be in my own rat race.

xo, em