slow, down.

I keep forgetting to slow, down. To not feel the need to rush to class, to wake up just a bit earlier during the day and just…sit. Not think, not ‘do,’ not anything. Light a candle, smell the scent and just ‘be.’ Sometimes you need those days; unwind and decompress, decompress and unwind. I keep telling myself to slow, down, even when the inevitability of ‘time passing by’ seems to be zooming past me. Knocking me by the elbows, not giving me enough time to stand up and say, ‘hey, calm down.’

I stopped biking to class (partially because of the snow), but also because even though biking means a five minute commute rather than a 15 minute walk, I lose those 10 solid minutes to myself. To listen to music, to dodge the snow, to just…’be.’

Slowing down doesn’t mean moving in slow motion. I still want life at a rapid pace, but just for me to experience those moments in lag-ged cycles. Sitting on a bench and eating my bagel. Watching a man’s face break out in a wrinkled smile.

Slow-down.