I once wrote a song about how my life never seemed to slow down, and how much I adored it. I spent almost all of my time in a van on the highway, going god knows where. It never mattered. It was as if I had to pack in as much as I could every day, and if I slowed down, even for a second, I would miss something I could never see again. I slept, moving.
Fast forward.
Kids.
It's worse.
Now the fear of slowing down is two-fold. Not only do I not want my boys to miss anything, I also have a fear that if I slow down it will send us all into a spiral of routine and obligation. I know it is mostly irrational, and if I am going to maintain not only my sanity, but my health, I should probably breathe once in a while. I know that most of the world's amazing things will still probably be there tomorrow. Or god forbid, we have to wait until the weekend to see them.
For now, I should probably find a quiet spot to sit, and rest my eyes.
Outside, sitting still,teaching myself things I should already know. This is where I've been.
Sounds like you need a family vacation to Montana!
ReplyDeleteI agree!
ReplyDeletechrist this is so well written. slowing down is essential. that being said, you guys need to hurry up and pay us a visit. :)
ReplyDeleteWe talk about it all the time. I was pretty bummed when the trip with N didn't pan out. We are pretty close to selling all of our belongings, and becoming a mobile family unit. When that happens we will have a long, proper visit :)
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