Slow is a word that says “take your time.” It’s not fast, not in a hurry, not rushing to go anywhere, be something, or do anything.
Today, I was slow. I have been slow for the past week. It feels odd, but not out of place. It feels right. I am still recovering from a virus I had, so my slowness is the right speed. It is a necessary slow speed.
I’ve been thinking about slow. It actually feels quite nice. It feels even, balanced. It feels purposeful. I am not rushing to make decisions or to get some piece of work done or to be somewhere in some hurried fashion. I am “taking my time” to eat, to drink, to put something away, to read, to dress.
And the slowness makes me pay attention. I actually notice the slowness which is quite the opposite of when I am moving fast. I don’t ever recall noticing the fastness of my activities when I am in full speed mode. Being slow has heightened my awareness of the way slow feels. And in my speedy future, intentional slowness will find its purpose.
Here is my reflective question for the day: “What does slow feel like to you?”
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