I walk less in the summer, simply because I don’t have time. Still, I always manage to lose weight. My doctor suggested—sensibly enough—that I’m happier and more relaxed when I’m in Maine than when I’m in New York.
Over 40 years, I figure I’ve driven about a million miles. Most of those are highway miles, and I’ve driven them like the native New Yorker I am—aggressively. We take pride in calculating exactly how far we can push the limits without getting ticketed, and we believe any lane without a car in it is the passing lane. You know that word Mainers use for bad drivers from Massachusetts? It applies to New Yorkers, although to a lesser degree.
But I’ve noticed recently that I’ve slowed way down. Part of this is because I now live on Route 1, and I don’t want people speeding past my house. Part of this is because Route 1 in places is an obstacle course that is hard enough to drive at the posted speed. Part of it is that Maine is just so darn beautiful, I feel no compulsion to get through it as fast as possible.
But the biggest part of it is that I feel my internal tempo slowing down. I think this is also affecting my painting, although I can’t tell you how.
This morning I drive back to New York for an event. It will be interesting to see what happens on the Masspike. Can I maintain my new relaxed self, or will I revert to type?
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