It's so strangely satisfying to not have time for anything today. Not out of laziness - it's just that everything is going slowly, in its own way. Tea is getting cold, messages are hanging unread, and I'm sitting and watching the shadows from the curtain πΏ on the floor. The world doesn't fall apart if you slow down a little. Sometimes that's what the present is all about. π Do you allow yourself to be slow in a world where everyone is running?