Somewhere along my epic two-mile
I'm-totally-an-old-lady walk in the park last night, it hit me.
The slowness.
I do everything fast. Or at least, I try to. I eat fast. I read fast. I walk to Ethics class fast. Nothing I do seems to be slow or methodical. My time is owned by The Man, and I speedily accomplish the tasks he has laid before me, hoping to have a crumb left over for myself.
Maybe that's not entirely true; my life certainly has its free moments. But I've noticed that even in my spare time, I speed. I'm always looking forward to the next weekend, the next plan, the next bite of chocolate cake. Everything is so quick, so rushed, that I hardly enjoy what I'm doing.
What happened to slowness?
In the delicate words of noted lyricist Justin Timberlake, I'm bringing sexy slowness back.
Seriously.
I may only be 22, but I'm figuring out that we don't have time to waste. Life is a seriously short event, y'all. But that's just it -- life is meant to be so much more than an "event: it's supposed to be enjoyed. How can I honestly expect to enjoy the gift of the 24 blessed hours the Lord has gifted me for the day if I don't soak up every minute of it?
"This is the day which the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it."
~ Psalm 118:24
I'm tired of not finding things beautiful. I am weary of only seeing the wrong in others, the wrong in myself. Life, grace, and God are all meant to be celebrated. Each day should be filled with victory.
That's why I'm going to occupy myself with morning walks and sunset skies and sharing smiles with strangers. I'm going to take the time to wrap myself up in a book, to hang on every lyric of my favorite album, to live rejoicing over whatever or whoever God has placed into my life as my gift for the day.
I'm going to savor each moment.
Because we don't get many.
My beautiful best friend just put up her wedding pictures online and this was one of the shots.
Major photography kudos to Jed Mootsey.
