I have a to-do list that always opens on Monday and closes on Friday with half of the items unfulfilled. 📝 I used to be angry with myself: why can't I be like all these "I manage to do everything"?
I set the alarm for 6 am, tried all the "right habits" and productivity marathons. I squeezed into time management like into tight jeans that still crack at the knees. 👖

And then I realized: I don't want to do everything. Because if I manage to do everything — what will be left for me?
I want to be late for someone else's train and catch my own. 🚂 Skip the “trendy book” and read an old novel that I never finished at 17.
I don’t want to fast-forward through movies. I don’t want to take “career-building” courses when I’m more interested in how to organize my mornings so I don’t rush.

I once said to myself, “You don’t have to be fast.” 🐢 And you know what? My days suddenly became longer.
They contained smells, little things, conversations with myself, and even empty minutes — those in which there is nothing but me and silence.

This is not slowness. This is my real speed. 🌿