Some days we are molasses, topped with thick honey, admired by the cutest sloth who is chewing on cacao leaves, facetiously lugubrious, waiting for inspiration to squeeze between the moments of lethargy, or maybe just really careful planning.
On other days, we are the cheetah sprinting down the savannah, faster than highway speeds, making the Elephant grasses sway in the wake of the sweltering Tanzanian heat. But never breaking a sweat. Which way have you felt today, and when does the sloth enter your room?
Modes of Flowing
Some modes of flowing molasses can exist in harmony with the weather, the tides, your biorhythms, your star chart, or maybe just influenced by too much meat or carbs or too much of something else that made you more sluggish and less motivated than the bright and energetic promise of a human potential seminar, led by someone who has enough energy to keep 4,000 people engaged for 50 hours over four days, leaving you more exhausted and dismayed and insecure than was intended by the significant money you accidentally plopped down. Apologies for the hypothetical digressions on the velocity of life.
