What Happens When You Stop Rushing?
And your body is asking you to listen.
There comes a moment when your body starts whispering what your soul has known for a while: You’re not supposed to be moving this fast.
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the ways life slows us down gently, and sometimes not so gently. An injury. A delay. A tiredness that no amount of sleep can fix. As we get older, these moments become more frequent. But maybe they’re not punishments. Maybe they’re invitations.
What if slowness is sacred?
What if your body forgetting what urgency feels like is actually a gift?
We’re raised in a world that romanticizes hustle. Deadlines. Efficiency. “Quick wins.” But life… real life… has always moved at the pace of breath, not burnout.
Think about it:
Flowers don’t bloom in a day.
Trees don’t rush to stretch their branches.
Healing never comes overnight.
So why do we expect our lives to unfold any differently?
I keep thinking if we practiced slowing down before life forced us to, maybe we’d notice more. Maybe we’d see the beauty that’s been waiting for us all along. The small joys. The soft light. The way your laugh sounds when you're not rushing out the door.
Maybe we’d stop mistaking urgency for importance. We’d stop treating ourselves like tasks to manage instead of people to care for.
I don’t want to wait until my body breaks down or life throws me to the ground before I remember to be still.
I want to start now.
Not because I’m lazy. But because I’m learning that being still is a kind of strength too.
🕊️ Let’s Head To The Healing Room:
This is the part of the post where we go deeper. Where we slow down, reflect honestly, and take what we’ve read and make it personal. It’s where we allow these prompts, reminders, and affirmations to meet us gently, right where we are.