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Lots of bumps and kerfuffle in the real-life world this week. And one result is that I may have to give up most of my writing time for several months, possibly more.

This really does seem to be the year of letting go.

Sometimes it seems like the only answer is to run faster. But this morning as I loped down the snow-packed sidewalk, I hit black ice and went skidding. I righted myself in time, but even as I spun I could feel the metaphor in the moment: Speed isn’t the solution.

Maybe pacing is? (And sure-grip shoes?)

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