Wearily upward

I try and stick to the rules as much as I can. It's not always convenient or popular, but I do it anyway. That means I'm usually the guy going 22 mph in a 20 mph zone with a string of cars behind me all wanting to go faster. My mom once said (about driving on the highway) that if there's a speed limit, there's a reason for the limit. I've learned that I don't have to understand why a rule is in place to follow it. Not even when it is inconvenient. So today, while driving to the grocery store, it was rather refreshing to be stuck behind a car going 20 mph in a 20 mph zone. There were no cars behind us, but it still felt liberating to not have the responsibility of sticking to the speed limit while others wanted to go faster. It felt like I wasn't the only one sticking to the rules. I almost wanted to pull up next to that driver and thank them for their wonderful driving. It reminded me of a Bible passage:  "And let us consider how we may spur one another...

I started making sourdough bread in 2020. This was basically because of a shortage in baker's yeast and boredom being confined to quarters for a long time, but only after I was able to get some flour. I'm sure many people would have experienced this for themselves. I had a lot of great plans and ideas, but sourdough wasn't one of them. I had other goals that I wanted to work towards, but didn't. There were some things that, all of a sudden, were of greater importance than what I wanted or planned. There were things that was lost completely - things I thought was an absolute necessity, but turned out to be things I can do without. Friends passed away and I was unable to say goodbye, grieving from a distance. Some people left and it didn't seem right. Issues were raised that I would have preferred to ignore a little longer from the comfort of my perfectly planned future. Things changed unexpectedly - my work, my daily/weekly/monthly pattern, my wasteline. Again I susp...