Well, life is short. If I'm even here in five years I'll be singing songs of praise, I hope. So maybe I should be rushing through quilts with pieces the size of a fat quarter!
That said, I have never completed anything in a day, except maybe weeding the vegetable garden, and it nearly killed me. (Sorry Eleanor, can't do it!)
Everything takes time and thought and trial and error and that is why my sewing room is called the quilting laboratory. I can muddle and dork around and futz, or do quick trials of some new thing, or practice some technique until it drives me nuts, or spend ages shopping for the right fabrics, or just fondle my stash, or hustle through piles of piecing way into the night, and I don't have to answer to anyone, let alone TV quilting gurus or on-line magazine writers trying to sell me something.
Quilt on!