Slow. It’s a word that has come to describe our family’s pace of life (most days) and I love it.
We had to fight for it. We had to cut back and streamline and let go and say “no” a thousand times over the last 6 months to make it happen.
And we’re all happier for it.
It means we have time to talk. Time to hang out. Time to enjoy the smells, sights, sounds, and tastes of life. Time to really listen. Time to notice the little things. Time to breathe. Time to plan ahead and prep ahead and think about further ahead than just the next fire we need to put out.
It means that we’re able to really savor those things that we say “yes” to, we’re able to go deeper in relationships, we’re able to love more sincerely, we able to sleep more peacefully, we’re able to take time to feel pain so we can heal from pain, and we’re able to live more purposefully.
We don’t always do it perfectly and sometimes we get sucked back into the rush… And we use those times as warning signs that we need to step back and re-adjust. Because crazy busy is exhausting and unfulfilling to me now.
This Year of Rest has been a wild journey and it’s forever changed my productivity addictions in powerful ways. And I’m grateful. And deeply happy.
P.S. The book shown is a new release by my friend, Monica, and I’ve been loving reading it! You can get a copy here.