Slow is my speed

I do not hurry well.

I never have, and I guess I never will.

I’m not built for it, and I’m glad.

I have to say, I was happy when I saw today’s WordPress Discover prompt is “slow.” Slow is my speed.

If you asked me what I think my spirit animal is I’d tell you — ironically, with little to no hesitation — I believe it’s a sloth.

Anyway, aside from the fact I’m not built to hurry, I’ve learned there isn’t much point in it because my definition (not to mention my application) of hurry is still slow to most people.

When I see a person do something I can’t, like put their feet up on the dashboard of a car, sometimes I’ll look at them and say, “You people with legs that work.”

It’s kind of my running joke.

Since I’ve thought about it a little bit, maybe my spirit animal is a tortoise.

When I was introduced to Aesop’s “The Hare and the Tortoise,” it didn’t take me long to figure out the tortoise had the right idea with its slow-and-steady approach.

I guess I’ve adopted it.

Life is already short. I don’t understand why people want to hurry through it so much.

I think there’s a lot to be said for going through life slow.

For example, when you take a vacation you can see more sights if you go slow and don’t hurry to your destination.

(I’d like to take this opportunity to say I believe I’m a good vacation buddy because I’m slow. If we take a trip to the mountains and happen to be chased by a bear, you won’t have to worry.)

Maybe I’ve been able to adapt to the recent changes in the pace of life because I am built to go slow.

Thanks, Cerebral Palsy.

I took a slow walk today.

I walked an hour, and went only a mile and a half.

I went slow since today was the first day I attempted to walk for exercise without my leg braces, because I walked a hole through my left shoe.

The hole first appeared while I hurried through the streets of Washington D.C. and New York City last summer, and it’s gotten worse.

Now, it’s just ridiculous to try to walk in the shoe because my foot isn’t actually in it anymore.

Anyway, I didn’t get as far, but the slower pace was nice.

The older I get, the more I believe there’s a grain of truth to my running joke.

People with legs that work hurry through life too much.