All my life I've been blessed (cursed?) with the ability to do things a bit more quickly than others. More and more, it's getting me into trouble with myself -- creating anxiety over the need to do more and more things, or worrying about whether I've done a good job of something that I did quickly.
I'll be 45 in a few days, and I think it's time for me to slow down. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. I know I can do it if I try..
I'd like to wake up and not jump right out of bed in the morning, but linger to breathe and enjoy re-integrating into my body after dreamtime. I'd like to have meals and taste every bite and sip. I's like to spend time with the people who really matter to me, listen to their words and share thoughts with them in a way that *shows* them how much they matter. I'd like to make love with attentiveness and savouring. I want to inhabit my time rather than skim over it like an uninteresting highway to an unknown but anticipated destination. We all know what the destination really is; I can wait a bit longer to get there.
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