Had a great walk the other day. Along one of the new roads in town, on a glorious sunny winter afternoon.
Not a very athletic pace, nor a very slow one - but the right one for me.
And it occurred to me that the best time I ever have - the most content - is when I find my own pace. And when I get it exactly right it leaves me with a warm glow inside. A feeling of contentment so pure that there is no mistaking it.
And though I don't always get it right, time is a great teacher - that's one of the privileges of getting older.