the truth that is hard for me to accept some days is that i am slow. things take time for me. i like complicated complex things (including myself) and it just takes more time than i would like to admit to do these things.
yes, i can do things fast and hard and even do them well and feel good. however, that is usually not the case. i can’t cook a quick meal or read a quick book on the regular. i am a casserole and slow reading person at my happiest and that is okay.
i feel cozy and comfortable (in a non narrow way) in the slow lane these days…some days…i do lament the pace but it doesn’t serve me. what serves me is being me. that is enough.