I’m on the mend.
Tortoisely slowly, I’m on the mend.
And, to be honest with you, that’s not been easy.
You see, I’m more of a hare than a tortoise: busily running through life. (What kind of analogy is that for children anyway? Slowly and methodically wins the race? Shouldn’t it be: speed, practice and focus is what’ll make you a champion?)
Apparently, I’ve been the victim of some unwanted role reversal. I’ve switched from being a hare to being a tortoise and it’s been excruciating.
Because, quite frankly, I have very little patience.
I tried to learn patience: it is a virtue, after all. But I failed miserably.
However, I’m finally, irrevocably, for once and for all on the mend.
Thank bloody fuck for that.