The good news is: I got a lot done this week.  The new album is moving forward.  We're making progress on the plumbing at my building.  After three mornings in the hospital with my daughter, we finally got her surgery date on the books. For all intents and purposes, this was a successful 7 day streak.  But here it is Sunday night, and I'm still feeling anxious.  

I hate to admit it, but somewhere along the line, I turned into a need-it-now person.  Works in progress freak me right out. I rarely feel like I've accomplished anything unless I can put a check mark by it, dubbing it "complete."

Patience is not a virtue of mine.

But tonight as I was reading my son a quick bedtime story, I was reminded of one of my favorite quotes from A.A. Milne, the author of the Winnie The Poo series: 

"Rivers know this: there is no hurry.  We shall get there some day."

Wise bear, that Poo.

Things rarely get done when want them to get done.  Breathing deep and trusting in the timing of things is every bit as important as hustling hard and pushing for deadlines.  It's a delicate balance, life.  And I haven't nailed it.  

But I'm trying.

Reader, I hope you have a wonderful week and are finding your own balance.  I'll leave you with one thing that happened this week that I actually completed: we marched for science in Chicago on Saturday morning.  It was a good experience.  As much as I wish we didn't have to protest against our own government to protect scientists and our environment, I was grateful to be a part of it.  See you next Sunday. -Em