Addicted to the hustle

Three reasons we struggle to slow down, and what to do about it

My nervous system is addicted to the hustle.

Or that’s what it feels like sometimes.

This past Saturday was my first free Saturday in over three months. I was looking forward to it. I marked the day in my calendar with hearts and joy as I contemplated a full twenty-four hours with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no major event to plan for.

Even as a slow living blogger, and as someone dedicated to creating space for Sacred ritual and rest, I still find myself caught up in the anxious swirliness of life. Writing about slow living each week holds me accountable to remembering my soul’s desired pace.

Saturday morning began beautifully. I took my time waking, drew a bath, and settled into all of the day’s possibilities. I resolved to make a nice breakfast, to do a little reading and writing, and to do absolutely no work.