Life moves fast. It’s hard to keep up. Weekends like this remind me how wonderful it is to slow down. To have time to sit casually at a coffee shop. To reflect on my life. To put the game on pause. To reevalutate where I am and where I want to be next.
There’s no point in driving around if you don’t know where you’re going. Sometimes it feels good to drive, to be on the move. You find cool things along the way. But it’s hard to figure out where you’re going if you’re constantly in motion. Sometimes, as annoying as it is, you’ve got to pull over and stop.
I’ve been driving for a long time. As hard as I try to divide my life between Denver and Vail, the truth remains, that neither is an entirely perfect place, and the thought that one is is entirely flawed. I do my best to pick and choose to create the best mix of life. I’ve done a really good job. But I am tired.
It’s hard to keep up with my blog. Weeks in Vail without internet kill me. I’m behind. I’m not ready to let go of TravelingJules. There are more adventures to come, and plenty in the present. My blog has always been an important way for me to understand my life’s progression and to have it for always to keep. While I continue to attempt to collect images of interesting, enjoyable, exciting moments, more and more often, I fail to reach for my camera. With the pleasure of routine, with comfort, the moments I desire to capture now are often boring through a camera lens—doing well at work, having breakfast in bed, becoming a local at a new place—But they are equally warm, satisfying, and meaningful.
This weekend was a reminder for me to slow down. To sleep in until twelve. To wear sweatpants. To be OK with doing nothing. To be in the good company of others. To have time to myself. To take a moment to write it all down.
