I don't often move with a sense of urgency. I am reflective and somewhat cautious. I have always been this way, and honestly it's one of the things I love about myself. My slow and easy pace.
It's a gift to be able to move at my own pace when everything around me is moving so fast, but at times it's also a struggle. It causes me to doubt myself and sometimes it causes it me to become frustrated with myself. I wonder if my slow movement is out of fear or lack of determination. Is it because I want things to be perfect? I don't think so, but these are the thoughts that creep into my head when I am moving at my tortoise's pace while everyone else seems to be moving at a hare's pace.
Today, I am reminding myself of who I am, and why I am that way. Slow and steady wins the race even if it takes awhile to get to the finish line. Slow progress is still progress.