Back in high school, one of my teachers talked about pacing out his life.
"You never want to feel like all the moving parts of your life are shifting at the same speed. Try to live at several different paces all at once. That way, you're never bored."
I've been thinking about that a lot lately, the pace(s) of life. For a while, it seemed like everything was moving quickly and I was just trying to keep up. A graduation, a new city, a new job. Another graduation, another new city, another new job, plus a new marriage and a new house to boot. For a while, life moved forward very, very quickly. Everything felt a bit rushed.
Lately, though, I've come to understand what my teacher meant. At work, everything's still go-go-go — a fast-paced nine-to-five that I love. At home, though, and on weekends, there's a stillness. In our cozy little treehouse of a home, I've discovered a calm I haven't felt in years, a steadiness.
And he's right — that mixed-pace life, it feels more exciting. It feels more full.