Go Slow

The roads in London mostly now have a speed limit of 20 miles an hour. Whilst I support this wholeheartedly, I must admit that on a wide and open road it feels uncomfortably slow.

This is like the way of things with post concussions syndrome. The road ahead is wide open, I’m used to doing life at a higher speed, but here I am now in second gear, the engine making an uncomfortable noise, and everything in me wants to change up a gear and get moving. Sometimes, in life as in driving, I find myself by auto pilot in third gear so I have to consciously bring it down again, slow things down and accept to keep within the speed limit. I have to stay in second. It’s hard. But I know it’s necessary to prevent calamity for me and those around me. My life now has a new speed limit. I can’t help thinking it’s a good thing.