For me, slow living is all about figuring out exactly what it is that you have time for.
As I write this, I should be grading. Hell, before I started writing this, I was walking the dog. And during the time I was walking the dog, I should’ve been grading too. I’m a college instructor. There are precious few hours in the day when I shouldn’t be grading.
And as a writer, there are precious few hours in the day when I shouldn’t be writing. Even if I count every idea scribbled on a Post-It, every notebook bleeding ink, Word Docs filled with rambling prose, and every last stolen minute I took to write, I still wouldn’t write enough.
But that’s the thing of it, isn’t it? Whatever we do isn’t enough, and we always feel like we’re running out of time.Whatever we do isn't enough, and we always feel like we're running out of time. Click To Tweet
I had this thought on the dog walk, and knew I needed to get home and write it.
For me, I don’t feel like there aren’t enough days left in my life. I’m 31, which is relatively young. I do worry about the hours in the day, though. How is it already 3 PM? How did Tuesday pass me by? I swear, I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Even though I still feel like there is plenty of time left in my life, I can easily see how it’s all slipping away, and getting me to a point where there won’t be enough time.
So I slow down. I don’t wish days away. I don’t live for deadlines or benchmarks. And even though I feel like I should be further in my career right now, I’m very content with where my life is.
I think we all see what’s possible and we want it immediately. We all see what others were able to accomplish with relatively little time, and we think we should do that too.
I definitely used to feel that way. I’ve been slowing down a lot lately. I’m obsessed with slow living, especially as I see others scrambling their way through life.
(Slow living, for those who don’t trawl the blogosphere/podcastosphere for content about how to take a chill pill, is living life at a slower pace. It’s taking a step back and enjoying life. It’s refusing to be manic, even when every other aspect of daily life would have you believe that you need to keep up. If you want to learn more, I highly recommend checking out The Art of Simple and No Sidebar.)
I’ve stepped back and realized that I’m supposed to be here. I am embracing the marathon mindset, because I know everything is a slow burn. I’m making time for picnics. I’m saying no to things I don’t need. I’m creating space to breathe when the rest of the world is underwater. I refuse to choose busy. I’m setting my own agenda. I’m living my own damn life, y’all.
This got me to thinking about the things I value, and the things I have time for. It made me realize that the only reason I want to be further in my career is because I want writing to be the day job, not the side hustle. It made me realize that I’ve been valuing that paycheck and health benefits more than I have the very thing I was meant to do with my life.
And while I can’t very well quit my day job (unless some rich benefactor wants to pay for my existence while I hole up in my house and write my butt off), I can focus more on what I have time for.
Even though I know what I want, I haven’t made time for it. I have, however, made time for Netflix, fast food, too much social media, and Tetris. I’m shocked by how much time I’ve spent zoning out while staring at the TV, or poisoning my body with garbage or just scrolling through my phone, or just rotating those little tetrominos. (That free app is killer. I’ll delete it, but add it one afternoon when I want to shut my brain off — usually after grading like a fiend. If there’s a way to completely block an app from your phone, I’d love to know because I don’t have that level of willpower.)
Even though I’m not happy I’ve spent time doing that, I know why I have. It’s easy to shut down your brain. It’s easy to zone out. It’s easy to consume. But that’s the thing about slow living. It’s hard. It’s deliberate. It’s focused.
For me, slow living is figuring out everything that is important and vital to my existence, and letting the other things fall away.
This realization is one thing, taking action is another.
So for today, I’m starting. I’m taking stock of the things I have time for.
I have time to write. I have time for Chris. I have time for family. I have time for dog walks. I have time for daydreaming. I have time for deep conversations about magic and spirituality. I have time to listen to my favorite records over and over and over. I have time to read poems in the middle of the day because that’s what I need to do. I have time to cook a meal made of real food that won’t put me in the hospital or give me a heart attack.
I’ve been taking stock of privilege lately. I have benefited immensely from the privileges I possess. And yet, I’ve operated as if everything I have will someday be taken away from me. I’ve been overly hungry. I’ve been like Smaug the Dragon laying on my hoard. I’ve been manic. I’ve believed that I needed to work myself to death. I’ve believed that I don’t have time to take care of myself. I’ve believed that I needed all the things that were being sold to me.
This is all fairly woo woo and vague. But if you’re here, then I have to believe that 1.) you know that’s who I am and what I write about, and 2.) you’re here for that.
I’m here for that too. This is what I have time for.Slow living is what I have time for. Click To Tweet
Have you ever stepped back and wanted to slow down? Why do you write like you’re running out of time? What do you have time for?
I’ve been mulling a ‘priorities’ post for the last week. Since the time change and moving toddler bedtime to 8pm I now have almost nil free time in the evenings (I have like an hour before bedtime but now I just want to go to sleep right after toddler bedtime or only have energy to read) so….time to figure out where to squeeze in other stuff.
I always hate being in that weird transition phase where you’re trying to figure stuff out. But once you get it all figured out, it feels so good. I don’t know if you’re a morning person or not, or if your toddler would allow you to wake up before he does, but I always recommend waking up super early to get the things you want to do in before the rest of the world even notices.
Ughhhh mornings? Yeah, yeah, I know. Yes, this would be the ideal time to find another hour but I haven’t figured out how to be motiviated by that idea yet. Before I turned 30 and definitely before the kid I was #nightowl
Dude, I totally get that. I think I was a night owl in college, but now I’m so covetous of my alone time that I get up even when I don’t feel like it just because I have time to be alone.