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Slowly, Slowly, Slowly

  • Writer: Avery Garn
    Avery Garn
  • Jun 13
  • 2 min read

I quit my job at the end of 2024 to stay home with my girls and to write more (more consistently, more frequently, or maybe just a little bit more). I had several aspirations for stay at home momhood… learning to cook, learning to garden, learning to make my children wear shoes at least once before growing out of them. I decided to start with one aspiration: learn to cook. I checked out cookbooks from the library and tried to leave the TV tuned to The Food Network... So far, we’re still eating lots of tacos for dinner.

Not sure that I’d recommend any of these. (I won’t be purchasing any, so I guess the answer is no.)
Not sure that I’d recommend any of these. (I won’t be purchasing any, so I guess the answer is no, would not recommend.)

As for the “write more” goal, also no notable progress. But after hearing a talk from the author of Atomic Habits, my new goal may be to simply write for 10 minutes a day. TBD on if that habit turns out to be atomic. But here is ten minutes of more--



I read an analogy recently about speed. A deer, when seen on a walk in the woods, is reason to smile, to pause for a bit of wonder, enchantment. But when racing down the highway, the sight of a deer is cause for alarm, panic, and potential catastrophe.


My kids’ favorite books are Brown Bear, Brown Bear and The Very Hungry Caterpillar, so we decided to explore other works by Eric Carle. He did not disappoint. (Note: There is also a Mr. Rogers episode featuring Eric Carle, so you know he's the real deal.) “Slowly, Slowly, Slowly” has become my new mantra, one I that find, when repeated in the midst of three-year-old meltdowns or one-year-old tantrums, can be centering. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I repeat. That, and my other favorite: efficiency is not a fruit of the spirit.


A photo taken months ago, hence the fire.
A photo taken months ago, hence the fire.

And so, in this stay-at-home season, we continue to find the undeniable sweetness in the slowness. Most days, we live slowly, slowly, slowly. One-year-olds and three-year-olds slowly put on their socks. They slowly get into their car seats. They slowly eat their yogurt. They can do all of these things themselves if only we give them the time. Most weeks I look at the calendar and wonder how it is only Tuesday. But one-year-olds and three-year-olds remind us to soak in all the Tuesdays. They only get 52 of them.

 
 
 

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John Orr
John Orr
6月14日

Good on you! Enjoy your writing.

いいね!

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