Taking the Time
For the new year I decided to kick my pace down a notch. I committed to relaxing and not hurrying for any reason.
That goes for the way I drive, the way I clean, the way I engage my day – even the way I go to bed. Leisure is my new best friend.
- So when gremlins tell me I better hurry or it will be too late …
- when others ask what’s taking so long, making me think I should have made more progress by now …
- and when I feel the stress from believing that I need to do this thing that isn’t done yet …
I remember that I have all the time in the world.
I hear it in the slow, lingering voice of Depeche Mode.
I remember that time is just another illusion, and that I am the master of this illusion. I run this show. The atoms of reality conform to my thoughts.
And I can pick better thoughts, because I know too much to run this show frantic or hurried. That’s not what I want.
When I decide I’m gonna take my time, because I have all the time in the world, I feel relief. I feel the clock slow down. It will go as slow as I do. Time becomes malleable. We’re partners now, instead of it running me.
There’s nothing to be lost here, only to be gained.
Pleasure and enjoyment return to the moment. Clarity comes. And I got what I wanted all along …
Enjoyment of this day.
Sharing this for anyone else who might hold unhelpful thoughts about how you’re not going fast enough or getting enough done. There is another way. 🙂