Finding Calm in the Rush: Slowing Down Life

Yes, there are things to do.

The list never ends.

There are goals, and dreams and visions I want to create and live.

And the shadow of my mortality grows longer with every day.

I feel the mounting pressure to finish everything before I can’t do anything again.

I feel the need to,

Go.Go.Go.

Rush.Rush.Rush.

And what do I do?

I slow down.

I take the time to feel the towel as I dry my head, paying attention to how it feels and how it glides over my right ear before choosing when to dry the left.

I pay attention to the simple act of hanging the towel to dry and feeling my clothes as they slide over my body.

I take the time to play with my cats, even as the keyboard calls to me.

Movements become measured; they become opportunities. These small, seemingly meaningless actions aren’t meaningless at all. They are the building blocks of the life I want to live.

My brain freaks out, reminding me of my never-ending to-do list. Then, it turns up the volume on the clicking clock, leading to the inevitable end.