I am that slow moving old woman that everyone dreads getting behind in line. I block the sidewalk with my slow gait and mobility stroller. I take extra long sorting out my money and purse. Nothing I do is done is haste.

It’s not a position I ever aspired to. I was always that fast moving, quick stepping, woman on a mission. The one who would dart in and out of crowds to bypass those who couldn’t hope to keep up. Oblivious, I’d say.

Do I miss that old self? Some days. Mostly, I’ve come to recognize the benefits of a slower pace of life.

(Image my own)

Note: I am slowly closing out this WP account, and will be shifting some of the content to the primary account.