For years I had a Post-It note on my desk. It read:
Lindsay, YOU are in control of your pace.
I am a recovering rushaholic. This is probably not a thing, but the temptation to rush and move way too fast is a real problem for me. I have this issue when I’m doing basic tasks, like unloading the dishwasher, for example. I may or may not time myself. I have this issue when I catch sight of the clock mid-lesson. Ah! Let’s move it! We must get through the plans!
You know the feeling?
I’m teaching Content Area Literacy to a talented and eager bunch of GVSU preservice teachers (side note: if my class is the future of education, we are so lucky). I found myself HAULING through the coursework during weeks one through three of class. Oh, how I regress! Deep breaths, I tell myself, and… Lindsay! Slow down!
There’s no question, our society is fast paced. And it is nearly impossible — considering the rate at which information is thrown at us — to mentally cleanse and decompress. We also are bound to our personal calendars and certain teaching commitments whether we want to be or not. Nevertheless, I write this today as a reminder to myself and to other rushaholics: It is always better to move slowly and cautiously through life than at a harried and frantic rate. I’m weaving practices into my daily life to help me achieve the slower pace and the clearer mind I desire. Waking up earlier, practicing yoga, journaling. And, toning down the maniacal dishwasher-unloading routine.
I think we can all agree that no one benefits from doing life at a dizzying pace or teaching in panicked frenzy. The tasks will get done. The learning will happen. We can control our pace.
I’m just some random lady, but, for what it’s worth, I’m giving us all permission to slow down.
Joy & cheer,
Lindsay