pacing

ill admit i move through life pretty quickly, often at a grueling pace.

cause, honestly, there is so much we are expected to accomplish in a day, a week,

a month, etc, that you can't possibly get it all if you didn't run from thing to thing.

so i run. fast.

and i am usually worrying about other things that I am not doing while in the

middle of doing something else.

and once you start doing life this way, it's hard to stop and slow down.

it's like you forget how.

you forget the feeling of slow.

and then, just the other day, it happened.

amidst a zillion things to finish, and demands from a lot of people,

and a desire to sleep,

i stopped.

mid-work.

and had one of the most meaningful conversations

with one of the most important people in my life.

i forget everything else.

free of the usual guilt that nags when i am not doing work, and free to enjoy the dialogue,

i found more of myself.

it was like spring after a very long winter.

and while my realization is nothing new or profound, i cannot emphasize how important

it is to pause, to breathe, to tingle with feeling,

even while life goes zooming past and around us,

because it proves to be so detrimental to ourselves if we are always caught up in the blur of life

and therefore miss out on the refreshment

we experience when we share life with people.