The slowing down never stops
First off, welcome to the new folks who subscribed last week; I’m excited to have more people around and to expand these conversations.
Second, I’m not feeling my best right now; it’s apparently not Covid, more likely a mixture of weird hormones and the onset of fall allergies. It’s not incapacitating me, but neither is it inspiring in me a great deal of insight. It’s frustrating to have new subscribers and then not be able to quite deliver the goods, but at such times, still wanting to connect with you all, I tend to share an old post you might not have seen.
This one is interesting in that it was already an old post when I shared it the first time, about a year and a half ago; I wrote it originally in late 2020, before the advent of this Substack but not before the advent of the pandemic. (Which is not over, by the way. In case you were wondering.)
The post celebrates, or at least forgives, slowness, and discusses the possibilities that open up when we allow ourselves to slow down. I’ll admit, as the title of this post attests, that I’m a bit tired of it, and wouldn’t mind speeding up again some. Still, that very impatience is often what gets me into self-destructive thought-loops about who I am, what I’ve accomplished, whether I’m fast enough, strong enough, good enough. So it still resonates. And it helps to be able to share something, even when I can’t quite give it my all.
Please enjoy, and see what happens as you slow down and take it in.
