Slow days

What I love about slow days is that there is so much space to exist and be. Flowing through the day with ease and allowing for whatever wants to happen happen.

I used to be a scheduler, an overachiever. Puzzle piecing everything in to make it work. Scheduling every minute of every day. I still catch myself doing this, even when I don’t want to. It’s so automatic.

There’s nothing wrong with scheduling. It’s important at times. Where I ran into trouble was:

• I was scheduling in everyone and everything, aside from myself

• I was over scheduling - putting in more things than were humanly possible to achieve in a day (for anyone)

• I scheduled things I was going to do anyway

• I wasn’t taking breaks or scheduling in ‘free time’ or ‘recess’ where I can just be and do whatever I wanted.

Then, when I needed to take extra rest time or a health issue arose or I woke up and had a headache or was super sore and had difficulties concentrating, there was no room to move things in my schedule. It was too tight, there was no buffer room. I thought I needed to do everything, but that wasn’t actually true. I could choose what I scheduled.

My days have slowed down a lot. First because of life experience and health issues, and now by choice.

Some days I love slow days. Other days and moments the slow days are challenging. There’s nothing to distract me from pain, I have space to work through what’s going on internally for me, and I can hear all of my thoughts (which can be annoying, scary, or fun or a combination of the three).

Slooooow Daaaays.