The time is now

The time is now - Episode 178 of The Slow Home Podcast Alessandro Sacchi

On last Thursday’s episode Ben and I went pretty deep in to some BIG changes we’ve got going on at the moment (if you haven’t listened to it yet, Episode 177 is where we share all) and before we get in to today’s poggie I just want to say how completely blown away we’ve been by your support and generosity as a result. From emails and travel suggestions to guest introductions and offers of accomodation, it’s been incredible. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. 

In today’s show we talk briefly about that support, before diving head-first in to the underlying philosophy that has been part of many of these changes – that we can’t wait for things to be perfect before we act. The time is now. 

I recently shared one such thought over on Instagram when I wrote about a morning spent at the beach and my desire to go swimming rather than sit on the shore and watch from afar, and we decided to use that post as the basis of today’s poggie.

Here she is:

On this particularly spectacular winters day in Byron I could have sat on the sand, watching from a distance as my kids and husband splashed in the surf, I could have worried about my pasty legs, my soft tummy, my lack of swimming costume. A few years ago – hell, ONE year ago – I would have done exactly that. But on this particularly spectacular winters day in Byron, I stripped down to my undies and tshirt, ran down the warm sand, and dove in to the surf. I swam, I jumped, I played and I couldn’t give two glittery shits about my legs or my tummy or my swimmers. And on this particularly spectacular winters day in Byron, I was rewarded a thousand fold by the laughter of my kids, the salt on my skin and the pod of dolphins that emerged from the surf not 10 metres away from us. It was a damn good day.

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Not surprisingly, this personal philosophy all stems back to my eulogy. Who do I want to look back and see? The person who sat it out or the person who was gleefully splashing in the water with my kids?

Turns out this idea of legacy is central to so many of the shifts we’re currently in the process of making, and in today’s episode we encourage you to start tapping in to your own personal legacy whenever you’re faced with the tension of wanting to do something, but not wanting to be uncomfortable. (In my experience, the discomfort is almost always worth it). 

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4 Responses to The time is now

  1. A wonderful philosophy. As Ben said, the IG post was beautifully written and so evocative.

    I think it’s also a great practice to not care what anyone else may or may not be thinking about how we look. As you say, no one is really taking any notice – and even if they are, why give any consideration to what their opinion of you is – they are a stranger and their opinion holds absolutely no weight. It’s great that the Inner Mean Girl can be put in her box and told that she’s wrong!

  2. Do you want to get to the end of your life and say l wish l had….. Live life to the full and take the now. Hope you all have the best adventure on your travels and love listening to the podcasts.

  3. I absolutely love your podcast – thank you so much for all that you do. Have been away, and just caught up on the last few I had missed. All very exciting news for you both, very happy for you – congrats on the book stuff! Very exciting. I have pre ordered your book, and am trying to become a patreon supporter, but for some reason the system not working – have submitted a help email with them, so hopefully will hear back soon.

    I get so much value from your podcasts – all the wonderful people you interview, all the great suggestions you give and stuff you share (loved the plastics series!). I always feel so inspired after listening.

    Thanks again, Monique. XX