“Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience." – Emerson

I am listening to an interview with author Amor Towles. In the interview he mentions thinking our worldviews are set between 12 and 18 years old. He mentions this in reference to a question about his inspiration for writing the book "The Lincoln Highway." I think about this for a minute. Since maybe the fifth grade I try to balance an egg on its end. I've done it at least once a year for decades now on the vernal equinox. At the time I was told one can stand an egg on its end only on this day because day and night are equal in length. Something about equal gravity between the Earth and the sun yadda yadda.
To stand an egg on its end takes patience. Extreme patience. And a steady hand. But mostly patience. The egg needs to settle its insides, and then you can gently move your hand away. Voilà! Egg standing on end.
Before I found out this was an old wives tale (the "it's only possible on the equinox" part of the story) I used to fancy myself a special person. Who else had such a steady hand? Who else exhibited such dexterous control of their fine motor skills? Who else was so careful, so precise, as to be able to pull off such a feat of wonder?
I know I can do it any time of year, but I usually only remember on June 21st. Including this year. I can report, yes, I still gots it.
In other news, it took me less than three weeks to break a dish in my new dishwasher.
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