I’m frantic at times most of the time. When I finally stop or slow down, I make such a point of doing it that I feel like I’ve lost all inertia. Even when I stop, I am now unsure if what I call slowing down or stopping is really happening? I’m beginning to think that I’m just filling up with moments with the other things I don’t have time for. I’ve started reading a novel again… no word on whether or not I can finish this one. Start them, rarely finish them.
I’ve been asked to slow down. I’ve been asked to take a look around and do less. Do one thing at a time. While I intuitively know this and accept it, it’s really damned hard to put it into practice. I am blowing around so often… I don’t know how to anchor myself.
If I don’t slow down, though… I know, know, know… I’ll miss the important things.