Everything moves so fast …except me. The more I try to keep up, the more I hate myself for falling behind. I double up my effort and work harder. I get exhausted and slow down. For a day or two.
It’s almost as much work to undo a habit of hurry as it is to keep up with it. I can’t do it all at once. I have to practice, get it wrong, try again. I can’t do it alone.
So I’m playing with ways to pause and listen. I’m learning to live at my soul’s own speed, one small change at a time.