when i first heard about slow living, i pictured linen. herbal tea. deep breathing. what i got instead was rage.
i slowed down, and suddenly i noticed how angry i was, and how my brain was still that of a monkey, just swinging from tree to tree without being able to live in the moment and focus on what matters.
i thought i was doing it wrong. thought peace was supposed to show up the moment you deleted the apps and lit a candle, but I have learnt that like everything, it’s a skill, which you can develop over time.
turns out when you stop running, your feelings catch up.
Raptitude explores this exact tension, the kind that appears once distraction drops and you’re forced to face what lingers beneath.
i cancelled all items on my calendar, and decided to do things I want to do when I want. shifting from coffee to tea. and didn’t feel compelled to go somewhere, just because I said I was free.
this part? no one posts about this part. the awkward pause before peace. the tension before the ease.
next up: the shift that happened when i left the city. and what it taught me about noise i didn’t know i was carrying.