People are and have always been on my case about a supposed inability to sit still.
What they never seem to understand; it's not the act of not moving that is my issue it's the feeling of losing time, my time.
I'm going places life is not a sprint nor a marathon it's a combination and my finish line is at a distance that at times seem imaginably far away.
My way to handle it? I stay in motion, I keep moving forward, side to side and upward cause I know it's there - my finish line.
What am I going to do WHEN I reach it?
I'll start heading for the next.