Today, I want to pick your brain. I’m currently writing my next book, and I don’t want to give too much away, but here’s the gist: it’s about living slowly. And whether it’s even possible anymore.
See, when we lived overseas, our life was much slower. Painfully slow, almost. And it honestly took us awhile to appreciate it—we went from hating it, to tolerating it, to by the time we left, thriving on it. When we returned to the U.S., we felt like a Gremlin in the left lane on the highway, being tailgated by a Ferrari.
We still feel that way a lot, though we’re used to it by now. We don’t like it, but we’ve learned to deal.
Is it just us?
I’d love to hear from you—do you sometimes feel this way, too? Is your pace of life exhausting you? Do you wish you could restructure your lifestyle so that it has margin to savor the little things in life?
I’m curious about a few things…
- What’s your definition of “living slowly”?
- What’s one thing you’d add to your life if you had the spare time?
- If you had the freedom to say “no” to one obligation in your life right now, what would it be?
I’d love to hear your thoughts.