When I think of turtles, images from Eric Carle’s books come to mind since I have a toddler and these are on my shelves and in my hands most afternoons before nap time.
If I said the word “turtle” to my husband, I bet you a zillion dollars visions of pecans covered in caramel covered in dark chocolate would immediately come to mind.
We’ve all read it, had it read to us, envisioned it play by play. I’m not talking about Eric Carle or nuts and chocolate, but instead, “The Tortoise and the Hare.”
|Sculpture by Nancy Schon, on display in Boston, MA|
And it’s funny how in my own life, on different occasions and varying settings, the story of The Tortoise and the Hare keeps crossing my path.
But I’ve always been a hare. Good starter. Up for a challenge. Fired up energy and especially boastful declarations of certain victory with time to spare. This mentality is one I’ve coasted on for years, gleaning past strengths as resource energy, sometimes it working seemingly in my favor.
But pride comes before a fall…and I’m the most prideful of all.
I’ve applied this hare mentality to losing weight. I’ve applied it to prayer. I’ve applied it to temporary dietary changes, expecting long term lifestyle changes. I’ve applied it to leadership positions and relationships and solving problems and test-taking and studying and college and more things than naught.
Because the turtle was a schlow-mo. And schlow-mo is lame-o. It’s just so…slow.
|photo courtesy npr|
But turtle is:
- Comfortable to be turtle, pressing on, not too slow but steady as she goes, accomplishing much
- Nervous seeming