I want to do less stuff better. Life is so busy on so many fronts I feel like the Swedish Chef on the Muppet Show, furiously chopping away with glee, and most of the lettuce ending up on the floor. I want to do less stuff better. I made it back to the yoga mat last night after a long and meandering detour. You step outside the comfort of routine for just a moment, and the door swings shut behind you. Like standing in a hotel hallway in your underwear you cringe in apology to passers by, “I only stepped out to grab the paper and the door locked behind me.” They harrumph in disgust and judgement as they give you wide berth passing with their backs dragging the opposite hallway and their children’s eyes covered by a protective hand. “I’m a good and decent person” you assure them with the USA Today covering your humiliation. I want to do less things better. I suspect people who are truly brilliant at something are absolutely terrible at so many other things. I bet Aretha Franklin can’t throw a baseball, because she does so much less so much better.
Juancho