Today I took my time walking to breakfast, eating my food, writing my notes, thinking about what I would say in class (there is nothing that drives me more crazy than a person speaking blurbs of nothingness), and walking back to my room.
Walking up the Ashton hill can be quite to exerting activity, unless you walk slowly.
So, one step at a time I walked up that hill and took time to breathe in the crisp Seattle air. Seattle is somewhere between Winter and Spring—and I think it is now one of my new favorite seasons, even though it doesn’t have a name.
When I take time I pick up on little details that I don’t normally notice, like extra cracks in the sidewalk and the different textures of the pavement. I love letting the breeze touch the tip of my nose and play with my wispy bangs. For a brief moment I closed my eyes and let it touch my eyelids.
I was suspended between worlds of emotion, yet I felt nothing. I initially labeled it as borderline grumpy, but that wasn’t it either. I was just quieter, more subdued, and peaceful.
Life flows in a happy medium when I take my time.