I was driving the mail route the other day and was getting tailgated pretty hard.

I get tailgated a lot out on the route.

I’m a turtle on a mission.

People hate getting behind me.

I thought that, given the chance, I’d tell the tailgater that I don’t drive fast because I know that I’m going to have to stop in about 50 yards and I hate to get a lot of speed up for no reason.

My momentum is thwarted anyway…so why try to bust a….whatever?

That’s why I’m driving so slow. I drive slow so that I can safely finish the journey.

A lightbulb went off in my head when I thought this.

Blazing fireworks in my brain.

No.

That doesn’t sound good.

I had a thought.

What I thought was something like this: what if, knowing that at some point that I was going to leave this earth, I never pushed to do anything really good or beneficial for me or my family?

What if I thought that things always get taken away….I’d have to stop anyway….and I never tried to achieve because “why work at building momentum if I’d lose it at the end of the trip”?

Of course, that’s not how I run my life.

I don’t hang back all the time.

Most of the time…but, really, not all of the time.

Well….most of the time.

That’s not a good way to live.

I don’t know how or when I’ll have to stop moving forward.

Wondering about it should be a motivation to push on….not a reason to hang back.

Out on the route, I have to stop a bunch.

In my life, I could race to where I want to be.

What makes me stop so much?