Here's my response to competition at Sunday Scribblings. The older I get the less inclined or interested I am in competition, yet I still compete. When I was younger I wanted adulation, acceptance, access to what I felt was outside of myself. In looking back I realize I was in a hurry to be the best or to be good at something, or to get head because ultimately I believed with winning, I would be good enough.
Cranking the gears, spinning quickly to get ahead instantly and then peddling furiously backwards or in place to rewind the time sped past, because I'm no longer in a hurry to arrive at place I wish I hadn’t reached so quickly.