For most of my life, I prioritized “fast.” In fact, I thought fast was virtuous and slow was for people who weren’t very ambitious or trying very hard. I liked the adrenaline rush of the sprint. Right up until I didn’t.
In a few weeks, I will turn 46. I can honestly say that I’ve done a 180 on all this. Slow is my new fast, and I don’t think I’m the only one.
The truth is fast is exhausting. So is adrenaline. It’s hard to hear yourself think, hard to listen to your body, hard to connect to your heart or to others or God when you’re optimizing for speed. Inevitably, burnout comes and diminishing returns along with it. After all, humans are built for the speed of walking, not running—about 3 miles per hour.
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