Howdy,
My dad visited us recently.
He has sayings.
One I remember from this trip was: “Go slow, but go, go, go …”
I knew instantly when he said this that I’d be writing something about it, that I’d be using it for a blog post.
Unfortunately for me, I believe this quote expressed so much to me, because I understand.
At least beginning to, which makes me feel old.
The meaning? It’s not much hidden at all, but it sinks in with time—age and injury, and just a bit of rejuvenation, which is the encouraging hope—and it is: “Take your time. You’ll get there, but you must move, and keep moving.” Another way of saying it, use it or lose it.
In the spring my dad had knee-replacement surgery, which has made for a summer of much-improved movement, it seems to me. He’s not fast, though; thus, the “Go slow, but go, go, go …” He’s not trying to be fast: not anymore; his recommendation is, to go slow. But also to go, to keep going, to go, go, go.
You must move—slow, but you must go—and keep moving.
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