Stopping At Yellow Lights
Life has slowed down a bit around here lately. Or should I say, I have slowed it down.
Not in terms of workload or responsibilities or to-do lists, necessarily. But the way I look at those things. And the world around them.
I have been consciously trying to take it easy. Slow down my breathing, listen to the birds outside my window, stare at the sky once in a while. I have been reading more, staring at a screen a little less. Taking my time with mundane tasks, lounging a little longer, feeling a little more. Spending time really talking to friends instead of just liking their photos and status updates. Letting my kids stop to examine every thing in the grocery store and not hurrying them through it. Cutting back on places to be and things to-do and letting my family do the same.
Stopping at yellow lights instead of rushing through them.
It occurred to me that it wasn’t always life rushing me through my days, it was me rushing me through my days.
I am embracing the idea of wasting time once in a while doing absolutely nothing of value. Sometimes it means laying in bed a little while longer or going to bed a little earlier. Sometimes it means taking the long way home from pick up to let my kids decompress a bit more after a busy day. Sometimes it means stepping away from my screen in the middle of the work day to eat a cookie in the sun. Sometimes it means skipping a scheduled meeting or workout and opting to just hang out and do nothing instead. Arriving somewhere early just to waste time waiting. Writing page after page of words that seem to say nothing.
Stopping at yellow lights.