In praise of slow

My mornings used to be rushed.  Or at least they felt that way.  I’d get up and get dressed in order to go out, get my coffee and come back – during which time the kids would wake up.  By the time I returned it seemed the day was underway, and things like sitting to read the paper or lounging around in my pajamas were no longer an option.

But I’ve changed that habit.   A few posts ago I wrote about ditching my daily Starbucks run, and nearly a month in, my mornings look entirely different. (Not to mention the appallingly large sum of money I am no longer spending!)

We sleep late.  I get up somewhere between 9-9:30 and both my kids are often asleep till 10:45 and only wake then because I open the curtains and make them aware of the day.  (Quietly, though.  If they stay in the room I let them unless we have an appointment.)  For the hour or so that I have to myself before they rise, I make coffee in my lovely new Nespresso machine (thank you Amex Rewards Points!), check emails and then read the paper.

I love it.

I love it so much that I resent having to leave the house before 11:30 or 12.   For a while I was feeling decadent about this, but then I decided I should just enjoy it.   We sleep late but stay up late as well, often till almost 1am, and that hour in the morning is the only part of the day I have to myself, so why not enjoy it?    I’m a much happier person to be around when my day starts slow.    My kids are as well.

And the writing?  Going great.  A novel I’d finished over a year ago but whose opening 3 chapters I’d never liked (too much telling, not enough showing) suddenly revealed itself to me one morning in the shower.   Or I should say, the new opening revealed itself and I did rush, then, to my computer to write it down lest I forget any of it.  And now the re-write is flowing.

Slowing down allows things to happen, which sounds paradoxical but isn’t.  It allows our brain to think, rather than simply check off boxes on a never ending ‘to do’ list.

All it takes, sometimes, is slowing down and changing one thing in order to change it all.

About Amy

Amy Milstein was born and raised on a farm in Indiana, but after 20+ years considers herself a full-fledged New Yorker. She is married with two kids, who do not go to school but are instead life learners. This means they learn by living in the world (real life ) instead of hearing about it and simulating it in a classroom. With her family, Amy loves to travel, read, watch movies, write, sew, knit - the list is endless.
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One Response to In praise of slow

  1. M says:

    Absolutely!! Although I get up earlier, I also resent having to “do” something till lunch or after. Good for you.