Returning To Slow.

My DNA isn’t slow. Like many of you reading this and tempted to scroll onto the next piece of stimulation, I have an aversion to slow.

There’s something about fast that has me feel safer. I know fast. I know it very well. Even the pace at which I type this on my iPhone feels fast.

My life has been created through fast. moving fast has got me to where I am. I’m grateful for fast.

What I’ve realized over the last several months is that my true nature isn’t fast. Fast has been formed from a number of factors. And without blaming my environment (although certainly a contributing factor), fast keeps me safe.

It protects me from getting hurt and feeling what might be there if I were to really slow down.I know I’m not alone in this. I imagine you have a version of this.

Maybe your version is staying busy. Maybe it’s you not wanting to be alone. Maybe it’s wanting to always be surrounded by stimulation or friends. Maybe it’s always being in a relationship. Maybe it’s overeating. Maybe it’s that thing that you’re thinking of right now.

I share this with a deep sense of empathy. I deep knowing that if you and I were to slowwwwwww down, we might feel things that we wouldn’t want to welcome.

I’m using these words to open up more possibility for me. The possibility that comes from moving slower. Doing less. And connecting with more of myself and you.

I’m standing for the space that becomes possible when I’m willing to slow down, breathe more, and get curious.

My yoga practice is one place for it, but my intention is for the world to be representative of this mat in which I slow myself into.

How about you?