Friend, the year is 2011 and I am working three days a week as an English as a second language teacher, teaching the Cambridge Advanced Exam course. On my four days off, including the weekends, I am getting up by 7am to write for 2-3 hours, working on Wonderlust. And apart from this I’m being a domestic goddess, taking care of the house, making some art to hang up, taking a class, learning German (or learning French when I’m supposed to be learning German), hanging out with my husband and riding my bike around town. I have read Slow and I am living it.
Life is good. Life is meant to be good. Last week I had a realisation that I had been filling my time too much and not allowing it to be easy again. I had been busy and keeping myself out of alignment with this. So I slowed down again, did the minimum, remembered what was absolutely essential and did only this. Other than that I didn’t schedule my time and I enjoyed it.
What if life is meant to be easy? What if going slowly is the way? What if we remember this? And allow Life to fill in the rest. What if that is the secret? I have been reading Amanda Frances’s Rich As Fuck and applying it, doing the inner work, being here now. Feeling good. Following intuition. Last week I didn’t know what to write about for you today but I followed an inkling, a hunch, to go look up a few people on Instagram and then the idea to write about going slowly came. Allowing the water to clear, moving with presence, having fun. What if that is the way?
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Lots of love,