I know there is brilliance in this day, it is just a bit hard to see without coffee. So I take a full breath, remind my throbbing lower brain, “This is just change,” and walk ever so slowly to the coffee shop.
"I think I might be addicted to speed." I said to my manager, as we both kicked back in her office at the end of a day of back-to-back meetings and started catching up on our long queue of neglected emails. "That is entirely possible." She said with a peal of laughter. Speed, the fast pace, not the drug, though it might as well be.