Sometimes I feel like life is slower here in Ireland than it was living in the US of A.
Maybe it's because I'm not working in the hospital.
Or maybe because my work schedule has me sleeping in and staying up late at night.
A few weeks ago I walked a race with a few lady friends of mine. The joy certainly was in the journey, and victory was never so sweet for them at the end of the finish line.
Life here isn't always walking pace though-- some days I stumble through, trying to get everything done. I'm still not done. Things are speeding up.
And yet, I'm getting lots of practice at dropping everything (and by "everything", I mean things that aren't very important in the long run) and slowing down to walk along side someone when they need it. To walk the race instead of run. To slow down and to communicate instead of assume. To slow down and take the backroads for the joy of it.
Don't be overtaken by life.
Slow down and remember the reasons for living.







