These past few months, I feel like I’ve been living on pure adrenaline. Author meetings, manuscript deadlines (not my own, though), orthodontist appointments, Cub Scouts, hockey games, PTO meetings,  on and on and on. Last week the bulb in our tv went out and my husband and I got sick – again. With these two things, I was forced to slow down. Now, I know, not having a tv made me slow sounds strange. But I think it was the lack of noise in our house that made me realize that I have to stop rushing through life. Even when I shower, I rush. At the grocery store, the library, back and forth from work – rush, rush, rush. It has got to stop. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I’m surprised to see what stares back at me; I expect to see some hunched over OLD lady, when in fact it’s a young(er) face with few wrinkles. I certainly don’t feel as young as I look.

I’ve decided that in this rush of a life, I need to stop, relax, smell the flowers, listen to the birds chirps, walk the dog slower, go 5 mph less, stop rushing!

Maybe, just maybe if I slow down, my health will get back to normal and I’ll stop getting sick.

Makes sense, doesn’t it?

~Peace, Kris