slow dance

this excerpt is taken from an excellent poem i just got forwarded, (supposedly) written by a young girl who is dying from cancer. i thought it applied to how many women approach finding a husband.

"When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there."

better yet, when you arrive, you're not ready. so you're all out of breath (figuratively), still seeing single, and not prepared to face what's coming next.

i think the reason slow & steady wins the race is because once the turtle reaches the finish line, he doesn't die of exhaustion! or shock, because he's been running the wrong race.

when you're slow & steady you really have time to question if this is in fact the race you want to be running.

lest you think i'm cynically observing from the sidelines, i'm really not. i'm picking my race.

me, i want a guy. but only if he makes my life better than it is already.