the unhurried life

I wish I knew at times more about that lifestyle; unhurried, but not foolish enough to be unbothered. I wonder what it would be like if we weren’t always rushing in for the next thing, but took more time to really enjoy, and partake in this gift of breath and life.

I reflect on this subject only because of my condition to want things to be further along than they are, always. I want the house to be put together, there to be enough storage space, for all of the trips to goodwill to be taken, all of the furniture in it’s proper place, all of the storage to be perfectly organized, the groceries to be bought, the shelves to be dusted, the trash taken out, the recycling emptied, the plants watered, and so on. And it just doesn’t happen, it’s a slow process.

I hope in these day-to-days I see the beauty of the moment, I really don’t want to miss this time of my life as a newlywed, I really don’t want to hope for the next thing.

The unhurried life, is a life I strive for. (ironic?)