Everything happens a break-neck speed these days.
Technology gives us the option to make everything fast. Easy. Streamlined. Available.
With so much information at our disposal, and only 24 hours in a day – all too often it seems as though there’s never enough time to get the basics done, let alone get ahead.
From the day I started school until recently I’ve bought into the notion that life should go in a certain order, and that it should be accomplished at a set speed, on another person’s hurried timeline. At almost 32 years old, I’ve called time on the standards set on my life, and how it should be lived, by others.
Instead of hurrying up, I’m slowing down.
Some of my earliest memories in life are of sunshine. Warmth on my skin, my family all around. Time seemed to stop in its tracks during long, golden California summers. I don’t remember hurrying. There was no rat-race when I was a kid. There was only today and the promise of another beautiful tomorrow.
Growing up the best times we had were the ambling days spent at the ballpark, at the beach, at the basketball gym, at the park…all days that started with nothing in particular in mind, but finished with memories enough to last a lifetime. My heart swells with happiness and fondness looking back…and looking forward, it is this same feeling I hope to recapture and recreate for my own child.
My first step in slowing down is literally doing just that. It’s been 15 days since I started this post. Granted, all up I would’ve spent 10 minutes writing. But it’s been the days in between – the sweet trickle of life and laughter that usually pass me by uncaring- that’s kept me away from the keyboard and busy living life instead.
I’m taking time to chill out after a day at the office. Reading books again – for pleasure! And, in 72 hours I’ll be on a big bird flying home from Winter in New Zealand to that endless summer I’ve always longed to recapture.
California, I’m coming for you. Let’s do this slow. Old school style.