Time

I recently realized that my sense of time is different from the "real" time. Meaning, I think it will take me a certain amount of time to do something, and it usually takes much (much) more. I know this on a basic level, but am frequently trying to push it - push it faster. A major component of my self work right now lies in giving myself permission to settle into my own rhythm. I am quite adept at helping others recognize, find and sink into their rhythmic sources, yet can still use a tune up in paying attention to my own. Relaxing into and accepting the fact that it takes me at minimum 20 minutes to shower, dress, get ready, instead of thinking I can do it in 8. Yes. Eight minutes. (Really? I giggle at myself... all the women out there I am sure are laughing with me, as we know that eight minutes basically gets you to the point of being nudely and rinsed - no hair, make-up, jewelry, clothes, shoes, teeth brushed, contacts, water, food for the day, purse, cell phone finding, etc...)

So, why do I write all this? I am committed to giving myself the time I need and deserve. Yes, I can do things quickly, but I do not want to do things quickly. I want to savor, relish, mmmm, ahhh,,, soak in, be satiated from head to toe and LOVE it. We rarely give ourselves this time and space. The Europeans get it. Us Americans? No.  "More is better, speed is good, no sleep, caffeine, go go go!!!!!!!!!!!!" Eeek. Please. I don't want this. That's why I ride my bike everywhere. It allows for the natural passing and progression of time. I peddle along at my own pace and have time to think, watch, and most importantly feel the ground that is under me and between me and my destination.

So, cheers to TIME. And to the abundance of it. Oh yes, there is a lot of time. How shall we soak it in?