Slow
I work with TMD – Too Much Data all the time. I have not watched TV for more then a year: too much data per second. My work means – processing data, so adding up volume of data to operate off-work is – TMD by default.
I train hours per week others call “it-s-like-having-a-second-job”
I loooooooooovvve communicating with my close friends or with my not-so-close fellow athletes.
but…
Slowing down is a mandatory built-in mechanism of operating my schedule.
At work or in training or overall. I have rest days and easier weeks. Life does not always follow my schedule, life – just happens. And there comes a moment when I have to slow down (like – now!). Or – when I deliberately slow down. I cut off threads, shut down communication channels. It’s a habit taken from times when keeping lent was routine 6 months per year here and there.
A Lent before Easter. I had taken some time out of most of my social networks communication – and enjoyed the simplicity of it.
This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of.
It leads not to unification but to fragmentation. It does not bring grace; it destroys the soul.
Total retirement is not possible. I cannot shed my responsibilities.
I cannot permanently inhabit a desert island.
I cannot be a nun in the midst of family life. I would not want to be.
The solution for me, surely, is neither in total renunciation of the world, nor in total acceptance of it.
I must find a balance somewhere, or an alternating rhythm between these two extremes;
a swinging of the pendulum between solitude and communion, between retreat and return.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Gift from the Sea
