My initial reaction to the turtle pace of finishing this race, was irritation. Which started to transform into the need to rush, which manifested into frustration as I tripped over myself, making mistakes multiplied my fury. I was only focusing on finishing.
But, after a couple deep breaths.
A break and some time apart.
I realized that this was a process.
My mistakes were lessons… I was learning. I’m moving forward with every brush stoke. I collected my composure, and began to enjoy the journey.
Journey before Destination