I stayed out too late last night with dear friends.
Not a hurried feeling in the world; honest conversation and dreaming over appetizers and dessert. They live in California. I live in Nashville. I cherish every moment I can spend with them.
This morning, however, was a different scenario. California traffic lived up to its inconvenient name. Google Maps said my drive to the airport, with traffic, would be 35 minutes. So as anyone who has ever driven in California would do, I allotted an hour.
I was still about ten miles out (and crawling along the 55) when my safe “hour before departure” time passed. I looked in front of me. Nothing but brake lights. I looked to my left. The HOV lane was empty. The fine if I got caught? $340. The cost of me not being home on time? Hmmm. I’ll say more than that.
Swerving (illegally) over to the HOV lane, I sped along (illegally) praying the police were tied up somewhere else. I made it to my exit with five minutes until the final “30 minutes” window to check my bag was closed.
I didn’t refill the gas in my rental car and told the guys checking me in to just bill me what I was due as I dashed off. Running up the stairs to the terminal, I was sweaty when I arrived at the ticketing counter at exactly 8:21, 29 minutes before my plane was to depart.
The agent took mercy on me, and somehow finagled a plan that got me and my bag back to Nashville when I was expected to arrive.
Phew.
So here I sit on the plane, still sweaty, thankful I had my heart surgery because it probably would have exploded in my morning of rush.
And now, the pilot just came on the intercom and told us due to weather in Dallas, our take off has been delayed 90 minutes.
All that rush and now I’m stuck.
My mind instantly goes to how I’ll be bored for the next 90 minutes. How I wish I wouldn’t have hopped in the HOV lane. How I wish I would have filled up my rental car at $5 less a gallon than what I’ll be charged. How I wish I wouldn’t have skipped breakfast.
Why can’t life be more like last night? Slow. Peaceful. Fulfilling.
Legal…
Can it be?
All these thoughts hit me this morning in light of a book I’ve been reading this week called “In Praise of Slowness” by Carl Honore. (His name actually ends with an “e” with the little accent mark over it, but I have no idea how to make that on my iPhone…sorry, Carl, if you read this.)
Honore takes an objective look at how our culture has fallen into a “cult of speed” and while not advocating an overly-idealistic lifestyle of slowness or sloth, he does offer a way for readers to contextualize a more peaceful, slow, and healthy lifestyle any of us can make with some intentional changes.
I’ve never done a book study on my blog before, but I really believe this book has a message that can teach us all something.
Since blogging on my phone in an airplane is not the easiest thing in the world to accomplish, rather than beginning today, I thought we could start the study on Tuesday.
You don’t need the book to follow along, but I can’t recommend it enough. And Amazon has it for only $6 right now.
Pick up a copy if you can, and I really look forward to exploring some of Honore’s message with you.
Do you feel the need to slow down?
