How many "speeds" does a car have? I don't know. Do cars have speeds? Or just bikes?
Anyway... I only have two speeds: Working my ass off. And exhausted.
Leaning in with everything I've got, and laying on the couch nursing myself back to leaning in with everything I've got.
I have to force myself into a "downshifted" mental space. (See... I know a little bit! 'Cause... my sister drives a stick shift, so I don't have to.) Like, physically say, relax your face... pull back into a calm frame of mind... decrease your heart rate... let's take this slow.
Is this normal???
How many speeds do you have?
What is your most natural pace?
I feel like other people are so much better at treating life like an endurance race instead of a series of sprints. Having kids has forced me to get better at this. Motherhood is a ruthlessly daily task. Endlessly repetitive and either mind-numbingly boring or utterly over-stimulating and nerve-jarring. Taking the slow, deliberate pace... chasing a horizon that is two hours ahead instead of two years ahead... is brutal for me. It's not my natural mode at all. But I know that it is vital to my health to learn how to operate in a more metered middle ground.
Any tips for me?
Basically, could you just write this blog post for me? Thaddad be greeeaat. Thanks.
Your's Truly --
Going A Million Miles An Hour. Or Stopped.