Time to slow down.

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Every now and then, time seems to unravel beneath me. You know how it goes. All the moments of the day become tumbled together and are swept away into "How is it already X o'clock?" Then, 8 a.m. becomes 3 p.m. and 3 p.m. gives way to pulling the covers up to our chins.

In these instances, when the days go by like a popsicle melting in the summer heat, we may be there for each and every moment, but we're still not really present. Sure, we're not thinking about the past or the future. But we're also walking, breathing, existing in a way that's detached from where we are or what we're doing. In other words: We're here. But we're not now. 

I've said it once before (and I'll say it again): It's easy to blame the hands of the clock as the hours slide by. We mutter things like "There's not enough time in the day" or "Time flies." But, really, time is just as reliable as it has always been.

Which means it's us. 

We are moving faster. 

Too fast, perhaps.

Logic says that not getting enough done in the day is cause to work harder and more efficiently. "Make the most of your time," we say. But is living detached really making the most of anyone's time? Since when did harried and frantic and preoccupied become the norm? 

Trying to beat time is bad for everyone. It means neither you nor I are present for or even aware of the good stuff. The stuff that lives between the lines of a to-do list and not at the end of it. The stuff you only see when you look around and interact with each and every person who crosses your path. The stuff you only see when you...

Slow down.