I missed the memo about slowing down.
Ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something? The other day my darling boy started expressing some curiosity about why we have night-time and day time and so I did what all good, modern parents do: I went looking for videos on YouTube. Amongst the gems I discovered, this one turned out to be our favorite:
Seriously, the tempo of this music is such that I could actually feel my heart slow down as my son and I watched and listened. This is the closest I’ve gotten to meditating in a long, long time.
Then, the other day, as I was rushing back to my car during a lunch-time errand, I noticed this bumper sticker:
The video and the bumper sticker kinda seemed like a 1-2 punch reminding me of the merits of slowing down. I have spent so much of my life rushing around like a crazy person. I walk fast. I talk fast. I am impatient with microwave ovens. I used to think this was a sign of my industry and efficiency, but I’m giving this a second thought.
I hurry, hurry, hurry….theoretically moving forward, but towards what? I suppose what I’m contemplating is something like this:
I have goals, ambitions, plans, and sometimes it feels like my life consists almost entirely of my schemes and machinations designed towards achieving those plans, but that brings me to yet another bumper sticker:
Incidentally, here’s me at my 26th birthday party, blowing out the candles on a cake on which I had asked that the above-referenced quote about life and plans be inscribed…
So here I am, twelve years later, still trying to figure out the difference between planning my life and my actual life. At this rate, it appears I’ll be mulling this memo over for some time to come, but in the meantime, I’ll just try to slow down. Memo received.