I get up early each morning wanting to start my day nice and slow, to have time to think not about what I have to do that day, but to train my thoughts to feel each and every moment of this new 24 hours.
I enjoy a slow start.
It awakens me.
As I read my daily devotions, I must reach for my glasses, then as I turn the page my fingers are slow to feel the smooth touch of the paper.
I am the car in front of you that is not in any hurry, wanting to see the scenery as I drive into town. I drive slow intentionally and often pull over to allow those who are not to pass me.
Slow, as we get older,
seems like a bad word.
When I get out of the car I often say “Go ahead, I will catch up” because my knees are slow.
Sometimes I don't remember each item on the grocery list, or even to take it with me as I cruise the aisles at the grocery store nice and slow. Sometimes I just enjoy walking slow and looking around to see what is new.
Slow is now a blessing since I retired. It is a gift earned from years of being so busy the world became blurred with responsibility and obligations.
Now is my time to be slow.
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Todays prompt is "Slow"
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