Wednesday, January 18, 2012

It’s interesting how some days pass by at a blinding pace, leaving us dizzy, turning this way and that in an attempt to keep up, while others crawl by with such excruciating slowness as to make a snail look like a sprinter.  And how these contrasting days can run back-to-back is another mind boggler.

Though I’ve always enjoyed life moving at a fast clip, I do need my down time—moments when I can sit back and watch the rest of the world whizz by at the alarming pace I usually keep.  Somehow, taking these brief respites seems to balance me.  Allows me to keep up my normal pace without feeling like I’m drowning. 

On the days that move at such a blur I’m left wondering by midday what I did at the beginning, I sometimes feel like the air around me is too thick to breathe.  It can feel like everything is closing in on me.  Other times, those same days make me feel invigorated in a way nothing else does.  Like I’m invincible. 

But then, having experienced a few of these days in a row, I’m left with the need to slow things down.  Feeling like I’m a fish gasping for air on dry land, I retreat from the chaotic pace that’s my norm—not for long…but long enough.  I do so with exacting purpose, my focus on “resetting” myself.  Just like hitting a reset button, I find that if I allow myself this slow-down-and-appreciate-things-at-a-slower-pace mentality, at least every once in a while, then things run smoothly…I run smoothly.

And so it goes—my life.  One day crawls along while the next few fly by at a pace fast enough to make most cringe.  And frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way, for I believe that since we’re only here once, we should make the very most of the time we’ve been granted.