The Tortoise And The Hare
Once upon a time there was a hare who, boasting how he could run faster than anyone else, was forever teasing tortoise for its slowness. Then one day, the irate tortoise answered back: “Who do you think you are? There’s no denying you’re swift, but even you can be beaten!” The hare squealed with laughter.
“Beaten in a race? By whom? Not you, surely! I bet there’s nobody in the world that can win against me, I’m so speedy. Now, why don’t you try?”
Annoyed by such bragging, the tortoise accepted the challenge. A course was planned, and the next day at dawn they stood at the starting line. The hare yawned sleepily as the meek tortoise trudged slowly off. When the hare saw how painfully slow his rival was, he decided, half asleep on his feet, to have a quick nap. “Take your time!” he said. “I’ll have forty winks and catch up with you in a minute.”
The hare woke with a start from a fitful sleep and gazed round, looking for the tortoise. But the creature was only a short distance away, having barely covered a third of the course. Breathing a sigh of relief, the hare decided he might as well have breakfast too, and off he went to munch some cabbages he had noticed in a nearby field. But the heavy meal and the hot sun made his eyelids droop. With a careless glance at the tortoise, now halfway along the course, he decided to have another snooze before flashing past the winning post. And smiling at the thought of the look on the tortoise’s face when it saw the hare speed by, he fell fast asleep and was soon snoring happily. The sun started to sink, below the horizon, and the tortoise, who had been plodding towards the winning post since morning, was scarcely a yard from the finish. At that very point, the hare woke with a jolt. He could see the tortoise a speck in the distance and away he dashed. He leaped and bounded at a great rate, his tongue lolling, and gasping for breath. Just a little more and he’d be first at the finish. But the hare’s last leap was just too late, for the tortoise had beaten him to the winning post. Poor hare! Tired and in disgrace, he slumped down beside the tortoise who was silently smiling at him.
“Slowly does it every time!” he said.
-Aesop’s Fable
This is a very good way to look at procrastination vs. action. Slow steady progress. Something I’ve had to learn myself many times over. I’m still having a hard time adjusting from ICA being a hobby instead of school, but it certainly feels like a hobby. It definitely beats the way I used to look at things. It certainly does make a difference to look at it as a life long hobby. I used to think that after one fix it would be over. And I’d finally be happy. Boy was I wrong. Patience is a very grand virtue to learn for us twenty-somethings.

Hi Ron I have just read your daily dose. This was relevant to me as I had a phone call from an old friend last weekend who I have not seen for 4 years in which time he has becone a chronic alcoholic, having lost my brother last year to alcoholism I can see the same pattern all over again, the living in the shadow lands as I call it ,the denial, the pity the victim perspective. I guess the thing that my friend and brother have in commom was that ordinary life was never enough. I am grateful today because its the weekend ( I have worked as a Probation Officer all week) I will go and see my beautiful horse in a minute and will spend my weekend appreciating the joy of being alive and healthy. Have a grand day Ron and I am so glad you jumped off the road of destruction.
Love&respect
Carole