Let me lay it out on the table. I am a tortoise in a hare-raising world. I’m the person who gets passed on the highway because I’m going only a tick over the speed limit. I may start a project early but then I finish a nanosecond or two before the deadline. (More often than I like to, anyway.) I wasn’t always like this, but I get things done at a leisurely rate because I learned that moving quickly enhances my clumsiness and wastes my time and resources. I slowed down against my will; the plodding pace used to bother me more than it does now because 1) I was younger and thought 2) I must function as an express train to be considered mature. I did not grow up to be that, and I cannot make myself worry about it now.