Living in Paonia, Colorado -- a small and quaint artist town in the middle-of-nowhere -- has changed my sense of time. I feel a little like I've just entered a time warp, going from 60mph to 5mph, and the world is still slowing down as I integrate into my new rhythm.
It's all got me noticing and wondering how much, and how often, I squeeze life into the margins trying to get a better or faster outcome or result. Having an opportunity to experience the difference between leaving the margins for what they're there for, versus filling every possible second for efficiency, out of necessity (because there aren't a lot of alternatives here) is showing me how ultimately ineffective trying to "do it all" really is. It drains me, leaving me but by bit less ready for the next day ahead -- rather than resting in the natural pauses of my day, as I'm learning to do here.
I'm human, and I need time to breathe, to think, to process. I need time to feel, to consider, to choose wisely. And when I rob myself of that time so I can "get things done" I'm actually being less productive. Huh. It's an odd reversal to think that being more productive actually means resting.
Jesus, thank you for the time and space to be fully present to who You've created me to be and become. Thank you that Your task for me is not the task(s) I so often put on myself. Help me to be present to who and how You've created me, as Your one-of-a-kind masterpiece who You really, really love.