Slow Living
On slowing down in a fast-paced world
Slow living is taking the summer off of Instagram.
Slow living is taking sun breaks during the work day.
Slow living is taking my shoes off and walking barefoot on the earth.
Slow living is not reading the news — and chatting with the people who work and live in my apartment building. And petting their dogs.
Slow living not taking on other people’s projections and reactions—and watching the hawks soar above it all in my small, neighborhood park.
Slow living is being as boundaried as I need to be.
Slow living is retiring from dating apps — and smiling at people on the street, including the ones without homes.
Slow living is not complaining and not rushing—and noticing the glitter in the sidewalk as a form of gratitude.
Slow living is not getting a Hulu account, even though I would 100% watch The Kardashians—and reading more books.
Slow living is not drinking caffeine after lunch—and taking a nap instead.
Slow living is not listening to every podcast on earth—and going for long walks without my phone and without opinions.
Slow living is not doing high-intensity workouts—and going for long walks without my phone and without the excess adrenaline.
Slow living is remembering pleasure. Sometimes it’s just the word itself that needs remembering.
Slow living is not picking sides—and knowing that there aren’t two sides but that there are as many sides as there are people. And that we’re all one.
Slow living is choosing peace instead of this, in spite of this, and in the face of this.
