I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of “no regrets.”
I wrote about it already. I want to start doing the things that I’ve always wanted to do- or wondered about- or have on my life list. I don’t want to ever look back and wish I had tried something, knew I could have achieved something. But this idea of moving towards “no regrets” is still on my mind and I have taken zero action to move the needle.
Why have I taken no action? Oh, well, life… work…
That’s why this is so irksome. There will always be life and work. How do I jump off the treadmill of usualness? Using that treadmill metaphor, can I slow things to a snail’s pace so it’s safe to hop off?
Maybe that’s the thing. Taking it slower. Embodying my inner snail. Or sloth. (I love sloths, though snails are cool too) I’ve been feeling that just-make-it-through-the-day drive, when you’re exhausted but getting things done, awaiting that moment when you can fall into bed. I know some of that is continued recovery from chemo, but it’s really hard to distinguish it from a general lack of energy or motivation.
Today is the perfect day to pilot my Inner Sloth. I’m slammed with back to back meetings and have deliverables I’ll need to squeeze in between things. If I can slow down today, I can do it any day.
Well, this blog sure took a left turn. Started with no regrets, ending with Inner Sloth. Let’s see if slowing down gives me space to think about or activate my anti-regrets plan. This is what I love about journaling/ blogging- sometimes I’m surprised by it. Hopefully the dots connect. Stay tuned.
Meet Sloth.