Completing a task, as on the way to the kitchen I'll do pick up the brush and throw away the accumulated cat hair, followed by loading the dishwasher, returning to my desk, then going back to fill the cup I began with.
Or making a new habit, paving these important neural routes in my brain to into routine.
Or de-cluttering, re-organizing, all the accumulated hand-me-downs and inherited things that hold deep meaning and significance.
Or loving someone, which often begins with taking a breath before I react defensively, or noticing and tending to where I'm feeling pain.
Why, in this rushed life, am I still so slow at learning and doing what is right.
What if these missteps are the way, and it is taking exactly as long as it needs to take.
Slow down, love, and walk, one foot at a time.
