A Deliberate Pace: Also Known As The-Post-With-Too-Much-Information

Let’s jump right in.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents for a while. They were young grandparents, but really too old to keep up with active children. Luckily, I was not an active child. I mean, I was active, but not in a holy-terror-make-you-understand-drowning-a-baby kind of way. I spent hours sitting on the porch trying to mimic bird calls, riding my bicycle, writing stories, and reading. So, living with older people was pretty perfect. Anyway, I have been told that I was an odd child. I was always daydreaming and my favorite book was a picture book called “Frozen in Time”—this delightful and light-hearted book contained pictures of a ship. This ship made an ill-fated journey that ended with the entire crew being mummified in the ice when they died. Happy, right?

Frozen dead person. Totally appropriate reading for an 8 to 10 year old girl.
Frozen dead person. Totally appropriate reading for an 8 to 10 year old girl.

The book was full of explanations of how people get scurvy and scary photographs of dead people. I also tried to bring dead things (birds, squirrels, bugs…not people) back to life by *laying hands* on them, but that’s so not relevant. Sorry.

Shit. Where was I going with this? Blog: fail.

Oh, right. I have always lived inside my head. Really, I put up a good front. It’s a pretty good tactic—putting on the face of a person you cannot possibly be all the time—but, turns out, that is fucking exhausting…parties, dinners, my job, a million hobbies, always saying yes, busy all the time…

My little brain is always rushing at a frantic pace, putting emotional super glue on top of my overstimulated brain, keeping itself busy so it doesn’t even notice how much damage all of this nonsense is causing.

I have to slow down.

So, for 2015, I have a new tactic.

: done consciously and intentionally.

  • fully considered; not impulsive.
  • done or acting in a careful and unhurried way.


: the speed at which someone or something moves

: the speed at which something happens

: a single step or the length of a single step

And that, if you are still reading, is what this blog is about. To sink my teeth into this big idea and break it down into smaller chunks that I can easily digest. Choosing a speed. Life lived with consideration. Life lived intentionally. My life. For me. At a deliberate pace.



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