Slowing Down by Wanda Stricklin Robertson I used to hurry, taking no time for things I encountered along the way. Now, I amble, turtle-like, stopping, embracing, soaking in every ray of sunlight, healing energy warm. I used to rush, never looking around, but now, lingering, I savor existence, every tiny treasure found. I used to charge into the chaotic crowd, not caring where they were bound, as long as they would accept me as part of their madness. At last, I see the wrong of wasted time when I used to obsess about not measuring up, and changing me to fit into their perceived perfection. I'm so over that. Today, I'll just be happy to breathe in, breathe out, hearing the birds, the babies, the silence. Taking nothing for granted, listening, leaning; I'm loving it, this life I'm making.
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