He
was slowing down and it felt good. Like a hard driven sales call up the
motorway which required 100% concentration to make the long journey, make the pitch
and close the deal. And then
stopping at a coffee shop afterwards to review. Life is an ebb and flow he realised.
The slow was as good as the race. Of course without the race there was no slow.
Maybe he thought too much. Maybe
he should slow down even more. Maybe he should stop analysing. Maybe, maybe,
maybe. He slowed down and he stopped worrying and it felt good.