What I found was better than expected. For one thing, there was scarcely a car on the road. For another, I had crow to eat with regard to the road crew. Someone and something had happened along to clear a path. Nearing the campus, however, the road took a serious incline, met with a four-way stop at the top of the hill. Momentum plus a little sand carried me up the hill, but the intersection, itself, had been neglected. From the stop sign, tires spun, finding little purchase. It was slow and lurching progress at the top of the hill.

I'm coming to the sense that most beginnings of any consequence have much in common with that moment in this morning's commute: sluggish inertia; spinning wheels on a sheet of ice trying to get up to speed; ephemeral traction; prodigious activity and a poverty of progress. The choice is either wiser, tempered, more strategic pacing, or panicky, stressed aggravation. Having some interest in new beginnings, perhaps the drive this morning was providentially instructive. There is an important difference between RPM and MPH -- between the tachometer and speedometer.
Note to self: beware the jackrabbit starts. Chances are you will get nowhere fast.
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Welcome back, Tim! Jane
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