Slow, in just 5 minutes

I have reached an age that slow just comes naturally, my body aches, my eyes strain and my mind searches my memory.

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.

Linking up with Katy Motaung

Five Minute Friday

Todays prompt is "Slow"

You are given five minutes to write about the prompt,

no editing, no erasing, just writing for Five Minutes.

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