Try Slowing Down

Breath, breathe, breathing.

Breathing takes time.

Activities take time.

Everything takes time, doesn’t it?

We work, and we need to get to the bank, buy groceries and do the laundry. Then cook, cut the grass and water the flowers. We’d like to sit and read a novel, pull weeds or bathe our dog.

How do we manage?

I, for one, know that these days, I more often move at a slower pace than I did when I was 35 years old, mother of two sons and a wife to Joe.

I suspect this axiom is so very true – we do the best we can.

In those days, I did the best I could.

These days, I do the best I’m able.

Today, I made a mistake.

Argh.

A woman desired to come over for a talk. I let her know that this afternoon would work, and she said she’d come at 10:15 a.m.

What?!

Okay.

So…instead of asking her if we could visit later, I worked FAST to fix a late breakfast.

Even though I know that working FAST can lead to accidents.

Yikes!

I cut my thumb, attempting to thinly slice an onion.

Then I notice that my friend has texted – noting that her arrival will more likely be 10:30.

Amen.

To slowing to the pace of safety, dear ones.

To doing one thing at a time with focus.