I live in the very small
village of Lake Ann, Michigan. There are only two or three streets that make
up this place. And the speed limit on
those streets is 25 miles per hour, as it should be. There is a lot of pedestrian and dog walking
traffic on these streets. There is a
small town park, a library, a post office, two churches, a family grocery store
and a party store. People are
around. Kids are around. Pets are around.
The roads that lead into
this lovely village have speed limits of 55 miles per hour. The number of drivers who continue driving at
that speed and ignore the plainly posted lower speed limit for the village just
… make me so mad! This morning’s walk with my dog was especially
dangerous. One couple drove by at high
speeds chatting with each other, ignoring the road, and ignoring – well – me! Another speeder drove by talking on a cell
phone and using the other hand to put on her seat belt, leaving the steering
wheel unattended.
I don’t like those
people. When they drive by me, I loudly
shout, “Slow down!” and then I mutter other things under my breath. They hear neither the shout nor the mutter.
People are just in too much
of a hurry. They don’t realize that going
slowly can be very satisfying and a lot healthier!
Last month, I had to not use
my right wrist for over two weeks to let it heal from overuse. After two weeks, I gradually added hand
activities. I began to knit, but slowly
and not for long. I began to spin, but
slowly and not for long. I would still
intermittently rest and ice my wrist. After
a few more weeks, my wrist started to feel pretty good. Now, I have no discomfort. And I can type, knit, and spin without pain.
But I still try to do things
slowly, paying more attention to how I’m doing them. I’m convinced that the slowing down was – and still
is – the right thing to do. It’s so easy
to want to Get Done, to want to Hurry Up, to want to Start the Next Thing. But hurrying can hurt you.
And, hey, I like to write. I like
to spin. I like to knit. Why would I
want to hurry when doing those things? I
want to slow down and appreciate every moment of this wonderful work. After all, I quit a fast paced, exhausting
academic career in favor of fiber arts.
Speed reading. Speed dating.
Speed dial. Not for me. I have been reading Moby Dick for over
a year now. Sometimes I’ll stop and read
a certain sentence several times because the words are so well put together. I can’t imagine getting as much out of this
book if I read it at lightening speed.
So, please, just slow
down. It’ll be good for you. And good for me. And good for my dog.