Don’t get me wrong, I love leisure. But even during “work breaks” I find myself constantly working.
But by “work”, I don’t mean the drudgery of 9-to-5 employees.
It’s not that I have a constant fear of not having enough time (even if we really don’t).
It’s more like I want to make the most out of everything.
You may hear me whine once in a while, but believe me even my words of sarcasm and passive-aggressive pronouncements have been calculated in advance.
If I had my way, doing the things I want to do at my own set pace, I wouldn’t make a sound.
But we must learn to adjust.
Move on, each time at a swift pace.
I know the title of this post sounds ironic, since mules are supposed to be slow. But they are dependable and sure.
Blame my natural temperament for my occasional outbursts.
I apologize in advance for my impatience.
Believe me, it is only because I try to be conscientious.