Tonight, for a moment, I laid on the couch staring out the window at the clouds drifting slowly across the night sky. They moved so laboriously that it made me anxious. I wanted to push them along, tell them to hurry it up a bit, fast forward, keep the pace, something, anything except remind me how fast I am moving, and how badly I want to be allowed to linger long enough to catch up. And then a little bit more, to slow down. To have enough time to absorb each moment deeply.
Life is not a race.
You're right, life isn't a race. But I'll be darned if it doesn't feel like it sometimes. *hugs*
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