Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the speed of life. Watching Dylan grow and develop and realizing he is almost a year old, makes me feel like things are just going too fast. Right now, I’m on a plane heading home from a three-day trip to Savannah, Georgia and then I’m driving to Grandma and Grandpa’s to go camping for the weekend. It is so amazing that I can fly across the country in a day but I’m really glad I don’t have to do this all of the time. I question whether humans should really be living at the speed that we do.
I’ve been taking Dylan on bike rides, pulling him in his trailer behind my bike. We’ve rode with Bonnie; we’ve gone to pick up garlic in Keizer; we went to Walgreens right before I left. That feels like a speed I can handle right now.
I remember wanting everything to happen faster when I was in high school and college. I wanted to hurry up with school. I wanted it done so I could really live my life. I guess that was a growth opportunity for me that I might have missed. I should have been living my life then. I don’t always live my life now; I still have times when I want things to hurry up so I can do x, y, or z but I’m realizing that hurrying up to do that means I lose sight of that which is right in front of me. Being present in the here and now. That’s life. I’d like to think I’m done with the hurry up and wait syndrome. I think I’d rather just plod along and deal with the great things around me now. Take the great opportunities as they come, look forward to the future, but realize that I have everything I need right here.
And, as much as Grandma wants me to work (help-out) at Campout this weekend, I’m looking forward to a lazy weekend. Enjoying family and friends. Being close to Dylan. And, sleep…trying to figure out which coast my body is on while my soul continues to work on being here, wherever I am! And maybe I’ll speed up just a tad, and take Dylan for a bike ride :)