slow

Over the course of 4 years, I’ve noticed that I’ve been progressively working a lot slower than I would like and that of the people around me. As to why this is happening is up for speculation.

Maybe it’s because I’ve witnessed and heard too many horror stories of fast paced living. Living the rat race and leaving little to no time for sleeping, eating, or being with the fam. Maybe it’s because I’ve been directly and indirectly told time and time again by countless people to slow down. Slowing down and taking one’s time prolongs life and mental sanity? Perhaps. Maybe it’s because it’s my perfectionist and almost obsessive nature that I have to get every detail right. Working and reworking on anything so that it is almost immaculate. Maybe it’s apathy. I work on my time and no one else’s.

Whatever the case, slowness, a lot of times, has been criticized as pertaining to indecision and lack of efficiency. Both of which I've been guilty of one too many times.

Where am I going with this argument? I'm not even sure myself. Probably just me being slow again.