"well behaved women rarely make history"

I was sitting in class the other day, and we were discussing Intentional Communication, and the idea that so many things can be inferred by a simple statement, so watch your tongue/think before you speak/hold your body appropriately.

The facilitator brought up the fable of The Tortoise and the Hare. You're familiar, right? The rabbit thinks he can beat the turtle so he challenges him to a race, but the rabbit ends up making a few pit stops and while he does the turtle trudges ahead and beats him to the finish.

We had to brainstorm the messages in the story. Of course there is the big "slow and steady wins the race" moral of the story, and then there is the minor ones.
*over confidence will get you nowhere
*stick to the task at hand/ keep your nose to the grindstone
*keep your eye on the prize/ don't veer off course
*turtle good/ rabbit bad.

"Hold up". I said.
Because I always have something to say.

That's a bunch of crap. There is nothing I despise more than straight conformity and "lessons" that make us behave. Fitting in everywhere you go. Really? How do you stand out? How are you heard? How do you let go and be you for a little while if you are busy sitting on your laurels in the middle of the crowd on the straight and narrow path somewhere all the time?

Garbage.
Vanilla.
Useless.

The rabbit stopped for a nap. Without sleep we are nothing.
He stopped to check out a rose garden. Wouldn't you?
He stopped for a bite to eat. Bites give us strength.
He stopped in to see a friend. Friends give us everything.

So what he didn't win. It's a race. It's not that important. He seems to be doing okay in life. He's a damn rabbit who can communicate with turtles and navigate a community, for gadsake. Do you know what he must be capable of?

Being the Hare is only bad when you are forced to sit still or move slowly all day. When you are forced to obey. To serve. To submit. F that BS.

When you are a strong, productive, effective member of society, it is a virtue. You get a whole hell of a lot more done than the guy trudging along from start to finish. All the turtle did was walk down the street. The hare lived. Felt. Loved. Savored.

Take time to be a Hare. If only for a moment. Eat. Rest. Breathe. Cherish.

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Half way through this post I remembered that I've kinda already said this stuff here. It must really get me. Right in the goat.

Obviously I don't believe in All Hare All the Time. We'd be a hot mess. But from time to time, stop listening to the Man and start listening to your heart.

Be Yourself.