31- Don't Like Slowing Down

These last 5 weeks have been like slow motion.  First it was the time that dragged, as I paced and fretted over getting answers.  Then my body became the slow thing. I moved like an elderly person the morning after surgery. Now, 2 weeks later, I'm still not leaping up stairs. 

This funny little toy is a reminder that I've always preferred being on the go. My mom gave me this toy when I was young. She teased that I was her "little angel on wheels"... the figure once had wings.  I didn't even know what that meant, till later. But I do know the "Mom tapes" that still replay in my head are, "Slow down, Beth." To this day, I have to remind myself that it's better to pour the coffee more slowly, so you don't have to waste time grabbing the sponge.

So it's odd not to be racing around packing bags for another trip.
I'm not scrambling to plan for my next Quilt Group Program or even meeting friends for lunch yet.

Now that I have time to reflect, I'm surprised to realize how much I've been rushing and neglecting in recent years.

These past few weeks have not been my ideal kind of vacation, but I've worked puzzles and read during the day. I've gotten around to playing piano and back to playing ukulele.  And I'm not in a hurry, so why not wander out to the patio with my coffee before the day steams up?  I always thought of myself as someone who stops to smells the roses.  But I think smelling as you rush by, is not the same thing. I'm learning!