More, please.

lsproule@thereview.ca
We left the Silver Dollar in Toronto and joined the crowd leaving the bar where guitarist Kevin Breit had just finished performing. Breit stood outside talking to a few people but most of those who had been inside were hurrying away.
“Hey, we’re not finished yet. We’re going to play some more.” We stopped walking away and looked back to see that Kevin Breit was talking to us.
We walked back, went inside and now that there was a smaller crowd listening, it felt as if the performance, although more relaxed, was over the top somehow. There’s nothing like listening to a performer who seems to be in a place that is out of time and takes you there, too.
Most of the time, I know when enough is enough, but there are some things, like music, to which it is difficult to say no. There is always time for more.
Sometimes, my “more, more” way of thinking is unreasonable. I haven’t even finished writing, baking or packing up at some event when I review what else I could have done.
As we plan events in our little town, I cannot help but think of more facets to add to the mix.
I try to tell myself that this is just me seeing the full potential for something . . . but then another voice speaks and tells me to stop thinking of more all the time.
These days, it seems like ideas, the need to promote our town and the need to encourage teamwork and empathy among business owners are all never-ending, and those are just a few of items on my to-do list. Like a typical Type-A personality, I have trouble knowing when to stop.
I could never produce a movie because I could never settle on one ending. As my thoughts turn to writing a book, I fret over being able to settle on one ending. What if another ending . . . or another ending . . . seems better?
The quest for more and still more does have an up side. I do get a lot done. I have baked a lot (some not very tasty) to get to delicious. Some might call it perfectionism, but I call it simply striving to be more of what I already am.
For years now, I have thought that as we grow older, we simply become more of what we already are. It makes sense to me.
I was the kid that organized the other kids in the sandbox, so it’s probably no coincidence that I have a whole building full of people and a steady influx of information that gets organized into this newspaper every week.
Every week and every day, I like to think we will all get smarter and be able to do more.
Doing less and less just doesn’t have the same ring to it somehow.
Yes, more is what I think we should strive for. More power to us!