Hi ladies! Welcome to another session of #weeklychitchat, a (virtual) place where you and I exchange viewpoints, agree or disagree, deviate from makeup topics, break barriers, blah blah blah. Yeah, it only happens mid-week or when I feel like it. It’s nothing forced so everything you read emanates from the bottom of my hypothalamus, haha! Today, let me touch on “slowing down”.
I tell you what. I read fast, I walk fast, I eat fast, I do things fast, I speak fast, even more when I’m hella mad. It’s a habit that’s hard to break. So what’s my issue then?
You see because I’m fast, sometimes I get impatient when people can’t keep up with my pace. Years back, my ex- general manager told me that some of my colleagues felt intimidated with me. While they burn oil finishing their marketing plan for weeks, I’m done in a few days. Straight from the horse’s mouth “We are here, you are miles away. You are already at the finish line when the race hasn’t started yet”. Ouch!
Because I read fast, sometimes I miss pertinent points, oh shoot!
Because I eat fast, I don’t get to enjoy a sumptuous meal like I should, oh geez!
Because I walk fast, I tripped many times, ah shit!
And because I do things fast, I feel overwhelmed at times, ah dafuq!
“Take it one step at a time, there’s no race”; “Eat slow, it’s no Man vs. Food”. Sure, words of wisdom from Le Mister.
Slowing down. At one point, I realized that we really have to learn to stop and smell the roses. Okay maybe not literally sniffing your neighbor’s roses but you know what I mean. Take it slow. Pace yourself. Enjoy the ride. Hmmm, easier said than done!
I’m trying. I’m a work in progress. I know I have slowed down in some aspects of my life. What used to be hectic nights of socializing all in the name of networking is solemnly replaced with chill-mode evenings with the hub and furry babe. I’m learning to speak at a pace my senior patients can understand. I try to walk normal except when crossing the street. I don’t beat myself up by trying to do simultaneous things lightning-fast. Why the change of heart? See, I realized that I can’t enjoy life if I don’t stop for a moment. I am in no competition with others but myself. And yeah, that freakin’ finish line is painted the same color so I’m gonna have a cup of coffee, slice of german chocolate cake, sit back, relax, and pass time for a bit. Carpe diem.
Okay, it’s your turn. How do you handle life’s nonstop grind?