So long and thanks for all the shoes

I am a slow mover.

I set my alarm much earlier than I need to, because I know that not only will it take me an age to actually get out of bed, but once I am up, I'll probably just sit in front of my heater and zone out for a while until I'm slightly less asleep.

I am a slow mover.

I take a long time to make decisions, and sometimes I leave them too late.
Sometimes I've considered them well and truly, and the fact that I made no move is for the best.

When I moved here, it scared me just how fast everyone else moved.
In their days, their studies, their relationships.

I for one, am glad I move slowly.

I'm glad I consider decisions long and hard, even if sometimes in the end the choice that comes out is to do nothing, or something totally compulsive.

If it weren't for moving slowly, I don't think I'd be the person I am today.
I think I would regret a lot more.

I don't ever want to be just another teenager, jumping in to everything without thing.

Sure, I love spontaneity, but it has its time and place.

I intend to move slowly until I am well and truly ready to begin to speed my life along.