I’m not really sure how to go slowly.
Even on my slowest summer days, I am still wondering what all needs to get done and what I should be doing to best prepare for my next season.
Even when my husband and I are on the most relaxing vacation with nothing on the agenda, I’m still plotting out our hours in our head, wondering how we can have the most fun possible.
I’m realizing this, though. In the slowest of summer days, I still have to choose stillness. A stillness in my heart, and in my scheduling, and in my body. An invitation and an openness to stop and enjoy myself.
It’s in these moments that I have to force myself to be still and enjoy the freedom, space, and relaxation in front of me.
As the water trickles down through the cold brew filter.
As Franklin (our dog) wants to sniff every blade of grass meticulously before picking one to pee on.
As I clean out old boxes of “stuff” and happen upon pictures that I must sort through, then take a moment to soak up the joy of old friends and old memories.
As the car in front of me takes just 5 too many seconds to go once the light turns green.
As I drive to the public library for the millionth time to return books that I never ended up reading.
As I wait on my mind to relax and let the words type themselves onto the screen.
I’m realizing that not everything has to have a purpose or a plan.
That sometimes, we can do things that are purely and unequivocally just for us to relax and enjoy.
It’s not a waste of time to stop and enjoy the moment.