We are between stops. Time changes everything, and everything in time changes. Looking back at my life, my first years passed in slow motion. I wanted to play faster. I couldn’t wait to have control. I didn’t have to wait long.
At seventeen my life started to play fast-forward beyond my control. At first I resisted, later I went with the flow, and toward the end I tried to rewind. But there was no going back.
I thought I would play my life in slow motion again after retiring, but it didn’t play out the way I expected. It seldom does.
I came across some interesting people between the last stop and the next stop:

Loving people is a good investment. I’m glad everyone isn’t like me.

This is my first shot at a newsletter, so please take it easy on me. If you’re not already reading this on my site, you can find me here.

Last and least, I wrote a book. It may be the world’s shortest book, but it’s the first book I’ve published. I wrote it for benefit, not for profit. I was feeling pressure and became anxious, so I sat down and wrote a couple paragraphs one night last week and hit the publish button.

Now that I’ve broken the ice, beat the anxiety, and relieved the pressure, I feel I can write better. After all, aren’t we all between stops?

Where are you on your trip?

I plan to update periodically where I am between stops, but who knows when time will stop?