Choosing Slow in a Fast World
**Choosing Slow in a Fast World**
Self-Healing Series:
Life has always been uncertain. And in this whirlwind of opportunities, responsibilities, and expectations, I’ve often found myself caught between doing and being. A few months ago, I was flooded with offers – invitations, programs, chances to grow. But I was still recovering from the emotional intensity of the work i took, and I chose to slow down.
I didn’t want to mess things up by rushing. I wanted to breathe.
Now, I’m preparing for entrance exams in public health and physiotherapy. I’m not even sure if I’ll get in. I’m not even sure if this is what I want for life. But I’m trying. And in trying, I’ve had to shut down other options, trusting that if I ever need them again, they’ll find their way back to me.
Sometimes I feel confident, like I’ve got this. Other times, I feel like I’m faking it because I’ve messed up before. It’s hard to take things slow when you’re offered so much in your teens. But I remind myself: I have time to improvise. Even with all I don’t know, I’ve been offered so much. That must mean something.
So here’s my decision:
I’m going to take life slow.
I’ll add one skill at a time.
I’ll grow into a better version of myself even if I don’t yet know what “better” looks like.
This isn’t a race. It’s a journey. And I’m walking it with intention.

Written by tani
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