In today’s hectic, win at all costs, strive for cheaper, higher, faster, louder world, slow gets a bad rap.
Slow means saying no. Slow means missing out. Slow is lazy. Slow is boring. Slow is beige.
And yes, there is bad slow. (My internet this week, for example.)
But since adopting a slower pace, my life has become immeasurably more interesting. It’s become more active. I’ve said yes to more incredible things than I ever thought possible. My life has become anti-beige.
Really? Ask the nay-sayers.
How can slow – plodding, ponderous, lagging, sluggish, leaden – be anything but boring?
But slow is the precise shade of lavender in an incredible sunset.
Slow is noticing the smell of wet earth after the rain.
Slow is committing to memory the sound of my kids playing.
Slow is having time for long conversations.
Slow is having the energy to help others.
Slow is saying yes to Sunday afternoon bushwalks and siestas.
Slow is putting the phone down when I’m talking to someone.
Slow is making time for yoga.
Slow is tilting.
Slow is out of my comfort zone.
Slow is establishing what my comfort zone looks like and happily dwelling there sometimes.
Slow is time in nature.
Slow is saying yes to adventure.
Slow is travelling and learning and really seeing new places.
Slow is stopping to notice.
Slow is making space for the things I love. And then enjoying them.
Slow is understanding that life is fast and time is precious.
Slow is making the most of both those things.