Every single day someone tells me I’m overwhelming them. That I have too much going on.  I’m too busy, I need to slow down, take it easy.

Every day, somebody suggests that I need to find more peace and contentment, to take time to smell the roses.

 “Slowly is holy”.

I have never understood how people know what’s right for me.

I used to think something was wrong with me. That maybe my energy and focus and insatiable curiosity was somehow bad, like maybe I was in denial and “running” from something.   Now that I’ve been around a while, spent a bunch of time learning about myself,  I’ve discovered that many of the people I appreciate have a similar focus and missioned passion about things.  Others don’t.  They are more gentle in approach.

Both work just fine.  No right. No wrong.

I am so comfortable going 100 miles an hour.  I’ve grown to love this exhilarated contentment I live within.

Look who also feels the same way:

“I live in a state of exhilarated contentment ( my definition of happiness ), fueled by a passion for everything I’m committed to:  my work, my colleagues, my home, my gratitude for every breath taken in freedom and peace.  And what makes it sweeter is knowing for sure that I created this happiness.  It was my choice.”  ~ Oprah Winfrey, What I know for sure.  Page 125

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