I took the time not to run today. To walk, slower than usual. To not ace the targets I’m always unconsciously building up in my mind.
To savour the milestones I’ve reached for longer, before I set myself up for the next one.
To be in the present more. To meander. To stop. To laze. To feel.
I took the time to be average at the gym today.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
— Virginia Woolf
Pretty much sums up the current point at which I am in my tussle with inner demons. If only it were as easy as VW makes it sound — simple, flat, within reach, like a few uncomplicated words strung together. But I do know that like with all things lately, small, incremental, seemingly insignificant movements do stack up and amount to something significant. Over time.
I am going to take my time.
One year ago: Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity