In Week 20 our Wake Up challenge was to walk to some place 5x slower than our normal speed.
I've always been a fast walker. I glory in slalom-ing through the grannies and push-chairs, and all those aimless people with no sense of direction. I can't bear seeing anyone in front of me and I just can't help ramping it up to get past them and have a clear horizon (yes, there have also been a few speeding tickets in my life...)
I honestly tried to slow down, although not so much for the challenge (which irked me from the moment I read it, cutting across my core self as it did) but for the sake of friends. I tried to slow down and walk with my husband (mentally running in circles around him...). I tried to walk with a friend in London (she made me stand on the escalators - I mean, really!!!!) And it drove me nuts. I could genuinely feel my blood pressure rising with frustration, so I gave it up as a bad job; it turns out I'm built to walk alone - and out in front.
But I do have a tiny success I can report; a little ritual that has lasted as long as I've gardened. Every day I walk around my garden at a snail's pace. I seek out new bud and leafs, watch ladybirds busily munching my greenfly, and, especially at this time of year, I am astounded by the changes in just one day. These tiny miracles make slowing down not just possible, but inevitable.
So my lesson this week is about being true to who I am, and taking life at the pace that works for me.