When I was in Chicago a couple weeks ago, I spent the first four days running around from one activity/landmark/restaurant to another. I was tired and hot and thinking about what to cross off my list next...
On my last day, something magical happened. I woke up, threw on some clothes, walked to coffee, then kept walking until I got on the L and rode into downtown. With no agenda, no hurry, I was able to roam downtown, snap some cool pictures, people-watch at the Riverfront, and enjoy a nice picnic. An overwhelming sense of gratitude overcame me. I had the means-financial and time and courage-to go on this adventure.

Being in Seattle now I found myself falling into those same tendencies: to move fast and get in as much as possible. When I got in to the Seattle airport I had forgotten how to get to the Link to ride it in to downtown. I rode the wrong tram that just took me to another terminal, then missed the express bus that would have taken me right to Oddfellows. I had to wait another 20 minutes before the next express came. In that waiting I reminded myself: move slow, be calm, enjoy a change of pace.

My usual schedule is so hectic, between working full time as a nanny, teaching four yoga classes a week, and juggling school when semester is in. Vacation is about exploring a new city, yes. But it is also about rejuvenating, revitalizing, and reconnecting with yourself. I can't tell you how many times I have already had to remind myself to slow down (it would embarrass both of us). But that is what I will continue to do. I a product of this culture (fast and furious), but I am also awakening to the beauty of the everyday...

xxo