unedited for 100 days. Day 2

I do this funny thing and it's top of mind because lately I'm doing it more. It's kind of like this inside joke of mine, that literally makes me giggle out loud. It's actually not that funny, but I think what makes me laugh is that there is this moment in which I decide to do it. It's basically this, when I feel rushed by an external source-whether that source is a person or event of some kind, I detest the need to rush and decide that instead I'm going to move slower. Moving slow relaxes me and makes me feel in control. If I'm late, so be it. But you will not catch me running into the grocery store, fumbling my purse and baby like a hot mess because I'm late to an appointment. I think it's this twisted sense of pride I get for keeping my cool. I apologize to my friends, family and clients if my tardiness has ever given you the impression that I don't care, I do care about you a lot. I just care more to not get riled up physiologically over a couple minutes here and there. So that funny moment, when I am 5 minutes late to setting up the studio for yoga class and instead of picking up the pace from the parking lot to the front door, I slow it way down to my favored turtle pace- it's just me keeping that internal zen. Who wants a yoga instructor showing up to teach all sweaty and out of breath, huffing and puffing a bunch of cortisol into the room? Anyway, if you see me walking really slow, just know that I'm doing it completely on purpose and I'm probably late to get somewhere.