My to-do list is growing faster than Jack's beanstalk.
Slow down.
The wash gets dirty faster than I can wash it.
Slow down.
The ideas flit through my brain quicker than figure out how to execute them.
Slow down.
The day is sliding into nightfall and I am still hoping to finish or make progress on something.
Slow down.
Or, as in the below snapshot, to slow down with these treasures, is to sprint.
A book, a sprint, a smile, a hike, a focused conversation...
No amount of hurry, busy or bustle will adequately take the place of being there for my family,
so I'm reminding myself
not to replace the important with the urgent.
