02 Mar The Sacred Art of ‘The Mosey’
I distinctly remember the moment I knew I had a problem with slowing down. I was talking with my sister who, at the time, lived in Florida with her young son. She was telling me about a TV program they had just watched together. It featured a scene where a woman burst into the room and proceeded to take charge of a situation in a frenetic, dramatic manner. Her son looked up and said “She’s like Aunt Julie.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
I had always prided myself on being the kind of woman who was not afraid to go-go-go- and take charge.
Make s*** happen.
Get in. Get out. Get it done!
On to the next thing.
You know…. eat to-do lists for breakfast!
You get my point.
Truth be told, when people looked at my life back then filled with running a business, raising two boys, managing a household, being chairperson of everything, and said, “I don’t know how you do it all….”
I secretly felt proud!
Because in my young mind, she who gets the most done wins!
It’s taken a pandemic (and aging) to finally bring me to the realization that I need to
slow the heck down!
Because “she who gets the most done” does NOT win…..
She’s simply tired.
And I was.
Enter 2020. Which I now call my year of enlightenment.
The Year of the Mosey!
Mosey is a word you don’t hear often, especially among women achievers. But consider this….
To mosey is to choose quality over quantity.
Reflection over rushing.
Depth over superficial.
Ease instead of force.
Calm instead of chaos.
The pandemic has helped me accept the fact that I will feel more at peace if I take the advice I’ve given so many others….
To view the day/week/life as a marathon and not a sprint.
You know…. pace yourself.
The pandemic has allowed me the luxury of celebrating the space between. The chance to breathe. And you know what?
I like it.
This week let’s not promote the ideology that busy is better.
We have nothing to prove.
Schedule some time to think. Dream. Discover. Create.
Still not convinced? Click here to read my favorite poem The Station.