Things for people who do too much

OK, I finally get it. I'm one of those people--I compulsively take on new projects. I can't help myself. I want to get the most out of life and appreciate every minute of it. I only do it because I have an unquenchable thirst for learning. It's an addiction. Am I a hedonist? An experience junkie?

I've got to slow down and simplify. Maybe that's the gift of parenting...a quick, merciless, brake-squeeling, halt to the pace of life. Like hitting the ground after a good ten-story fall.

Or maybe the gift is the speeding up of time so that we never have enough time to appreciate the little things. Is that a gift? I'm certainly not bored, but I have learned that you have to pay interest on borrowed sleep.

I could never have imagined this as a kid. One thing leads naturally to another, then you find yourself at the age of 40 asking, "How did I get here? This is not my beautiful life..."