Slow living

It’s September, which means that my new Peppermint Magazine has arrived in the mail, and I get to sit down and engulf everything it has to offer.

This issue was all about slow living, which is pertinent, because I always go through their magazine slowly, carefully. I never want to miss a thing. I want to make sure that every inch of the magazine has been read, because all of it is valuable to me.

Wait, this is a magazine, right?

Yes. And this issue really got me thinking.

It got me thinking about how much I really value my time. What I do with it, how I manage it, what I get out of it.

I remember being at school and the days would dwindle by — I’d spend the afternoons curled up on the couch with some chocolate and a good movie (too often than not, I’m afraid…).

I always seemed to have time, though, despite the hectic schedules that older high school students soon seem to be overwhelmed by. I was busy, but there was always time.

I wasn’t rushing, like I do now.

I mean, the mornings are always, and have always, been a rush for me. I’m not a morning person.

But I remember slowly, carelessly, trudging my way home from school, sometimes with a friend, sometimes alone, but with always time to spare.

These days it’s the complete opposite. I never trudge anywhere, and I’m swamped for time. I’m fighting the clock, I’m fighting the traffic, I’m even fighting the pedestrian traffic. I’m surprised at the life I’m living. It’s escaping me, and I don’t know how to get it back.

So, thanks to this issue, I’m awoken, as it were. I’ll be paying more attention to my time, and what I do with it.

And just try to slow down.

J

xx