It’s okay to slow down. That’s what I’m telling myself today, as I take a swallow of hot coffee in my new (and perfect) mug; as I listen to Philip Phillips and feel my soul calm down; as I crack open a book I’ve been meaning to read for weeks but haven’t gotten around to and find myself wandering in the prose, never content to leave. Writing is the one thing I do that both gives me peace and pressure. When I write I’m freeing the colors of my soul, giving myself in the form of words to other people, and if they like what they see then I want to give them more, to let them know me better, to maybe get a little bit of praise and validation and to feel like the price tag of my worth has gone up. But sometimes, the best thing I can do is take a step back, even if it’s only for twenty-four hours, and take a deep breath. Understand that every day doesn’t have to be labor waiting for the birth of the next chapter. It’s okay to take a moment and lose the weight of life, to meditate or memorize or read or listen to music or watch a movie and be.
“Teach me, and I will be quiet; show me where I have been wrong.”