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January 28, 2015
Apparently, I've not learned to adjust my pace. It slows down this time of year, but I'm stuck in the rush of last summer. Lifting 5 gallon pails of paint, talking to customers about their projects, melding different colors together to match a desired color. But most importantly, smiling at the jibes of repeat customers; simultaneously wondering where I'm headed. The deep cold in the air causes me to turn up my coat collar as I stroll down a quaint walkway downtown. Perfect lighting says this is a time of reflection and insight into what lies ahead of me now.