Slow.

Tonight I took it slow. I took a bath. Washed my hair. Stared at the ceiling. Drank some tea. Put on a nightgown and slathered something honey based all over my face.

The laundry and dishwasher are going at the same time, and I’m trying not to think what that’ll do to my utilities bill.

Tonight was a slow night. And thank God.

Sometimes when the pace of life runs us into the margins of our emotional and physical energy, we can put our heads down and our noses to the grindstone. We move faster and work harder to keep up as life speeds by… and with enough determination, we can do more than we ever thought. For awhile. This is an incredible gift, because it helps us to keep going, working, and persevering.

But after awhile, that “outpace” speed of 120 mph begins to feel like the new normal. And with our noses still in the grindstone, we forget to look up. Stop. See the world around us, not as a blur, but as solid and sometimes still.

I am forcing myself to stop. Look up. And see the solid. See the still. Be the still.

Take things slow.

2 thoughts on “Slow.

  1. Trisha says:

    YES; I can relate, I’m graduating in a little bit and everything feels like it’s going 150 mph for me. This post is very timely, it’s nice to know that I’m not the only crazy person in the room, hoping that every one else’s world is running the same pace my life is. You’re the best!

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