Slow Down

I am tired this morning because I stayed up too late watching the election returns. After parking my car this morning I was walking down the stairs feeling like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. I was moving a little slow. Suddenly I could hear what sounded like a galloping horse. It was another person coming down the stairs behind me. I moved over so I wasn’t run over. I know I am a slow person but some people walk like they are trying to get out of a burning building. What’s the hurry? I believe it was Gandhi who said, “There’s more to life than increasing its speed”. I have said many times that in a world of pressure cookers, I am a crock pot. I prefer life in the slow lane. I don’t usually speed when I am driving. It’s not because I am an old man and drive like one. It’s because I am usually enjoying the drive itself. I’m not in a hurry to get anywhere because I am already somewhere. The journey is the destination. I know some things in life demand a sense of urgency and there are situations that require a speedy response but not everything. As Simon and Garfunkel once sang, “Slow down, you move too fast, you’ve got to make the moment last”.