It’s a good day to be moving fast.
I remember that line . . . or something close to it . . . from a poem in the Cal State Fullerton student paper sometime in the early 1970s, I think. Maybe it was a special publication of one of the academic departments — not the newspaper. But whatever the publication, I remember holding newsprint. My mother was doing a Master’s degree in music, and would bring CSUF publications home from time to time.
I don’t remember the rest of the poem . . . maybe riding a horse on the beach? Anyway. “It’s a good day to be moving fast” has stuck with me ever since.
I wonder how that single line has affected my life? To the same effect, Fatboy Slim’s “Push the Tempo” is a part of my mental playlist. How often I have heard that song in my head, pushing me on.
Am I driven, and therefore hear and remember messages that reinforce that tendency? Or did these messages create a driven man?
Yes.