My grandmother, who is about to turn 91 years old on Thursday, by the way, kept a picture on her kitchen wall that read, "The hurrier I go, the behinder I get."  This little saying always made me smile because I observed that in adults they did always seem to be stressed about time and getting things done.  Now, that I am an adult, I often find ... the hurrier I go, the behinder I get.  


Currently, I'm attempting to slow down and enjoy what I am doing as much as possible, and laugh at myself when I crank into high gear.  After all, I don't wish to get any "behinder."