Why is it that everything I do takes me forever? I'm slow making decisions, I'm slow getting started, I'm slow in working on any project, and let's not even talk about finishing! I mentioned earlier about getting back to my art journal-notebook. I did manage another page, although it took me 2 days to finish and another 2 to get it scanned.
The found magazine picture reminded me of an abandoned road through tall pines where I'd walk as a kid. When I think about that, I remember the slow pace, not just in the walks, but in everyday life. Time spent reading --by myself or looking at a new magazine with my mom; time to examine the details of nature --from the sky to the ground; time to climb trees and build things and play. No rush. No hurry.
I'm trying to accept that that's who I am.
I'd like to be one of those people who bounces about, high-energy, always excited, leaving a trail of fireworks and laughter and things accomplished. But I'm not. I'm me. I have a sense of humor, I smile a lot, dance sometimes, and shout out now and then. But I'm mostly contemplative and introspective. And that's who I need to be. Myself. Trying to match the pace of the rest of the world is not good for my stress-levels.
So part of me (most of me!) will always be walking that quiet path, thinking and dreaming, and taking it slow. I think I'm a pretty good candidate for The Slow Movement. Come on along; just leave the cell phone behind!
(originally posted Sept 19, '09 on my other blog)
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