Be not afraid of growing slowly;
be afraid only of standing still.
Going slowly doesn’t come easily for me. So much of the time I find myself wanting things done yesterday.
This summer has been slow going. Not by my choosing. But none-the-less slow.
And so with a month left before school starts, and summer essentially ends, I’ve decided to embrace the slow.
I can’t help but believe that breathing into the slowness of summer is going to be exactly the right thing.