Slow is still moving

You were taught that if you aren’t rushing, you’re falling behind. That’s a nervous idea. It makes a person live like a siren — loud, useful, never at rest.

Look at a road that bends. It isn’t lost. It’s taking the hill as the hill is. The vines don’t sprint. They hold the season and that’s their work.

Slow can still be good. The next email. The next dish. The next kind word. You aren’t a machine that failed its quota. You’re a person on a path.

If someone mocks your pace, let them run. You keep the ground. Passion isn’t always fire. Sometimes it’s staying with the thing until it ripens.