Ease is a deserved state of being. Without the idleness of leisurely ways, we’re catching pneumonia of the soul. Sowing a bed of where to cut ourselves some slack is a leading security we can’t afford to exchange. We’re cunning artists for personally getting so bent into shapes that keep the wellness industry in the billions. Feeling spent to the verges of prescription pills, dire thoughts, insomnia, exhaustion, and just plain lack of fun is no good life. Simplicity demands our attention. Comfort throws open its arms to embrace us. We are so much more productive when given the equilibrium to command the subtlety of passivity.
Being content is perhaps no less easy than playing the violin well: and requires no less practice. ~Alain de Botton
Why is taking it easy so doggone difficult? I can rationalize the possibility that if I’m undergoing death, I might freak out so much I forget how to be light in mind. Although I’m befuddled by the ease at which I give up on making room for ease. Overprogramming is such a special trait of mine I’ve truthfully considered listing it on my resume many times. If only to showcase I’m that girl you could hire who will not sleep until it’s all done. Sure, a power producer of projects and events is willfully useful, yet equally useless if she keeps over suddenly. My commitments calendar is as full as my social schedule. Butterflies are cool and all, but you don’t want to meet a disgruntled butterfly grasping at beauty like a hangry piranha during a feeding spree because she hasn’t made a moment to herself in far too long. What we need is the studious rule to sprinkle some slacking all betwixt our inundations.
Being under stress is like being stranded in a body of water. If you panic, it will cause you to flail around so that the water rushes into your lungs and creates further distress. Yet, by calmly collecting yourself and using controlled breathing you remain afloat with ease. ~Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace: Essential Teachings for Enriching Life
Rude gesticulations merely wind up drumming more static. They look and feel like the drowning victim flailing. They are survival at its most unfit. These articles of elaborate disinterest in one’s wellbeing are the neglectful opposition party of proper slacking relief. There are entire cultures of people whose way of life pivots upon the patterns of alleviation. The tribes and islands I’ve met are in this know. Practicing and raising their generations with habits of how to sow sterling sentience of easing through the timeline and towing the humanity line is key. You may have heard the term “island time”. Just the aura of any person who gets to things when they’re able does actually complete on much, and carries a smile as far as the ocean is wide makes me bow to them. Frustrating as it seems to city slickers or else, I think all of us could use a few deep breaths in sowing this sort of unsinkable way to be.
To be at ease is better than to be at business. Nothing really belongs to us but time, which you have even if you have nothing else. ~Baltasar Gracián
I’m an excellent preacher. If you’re in pain, trouble, conflicted, worried, distraught, or most of those pesky adjectives of catastrophe I’m typically a super go-to for uplift. Drinking my own Kool-Aid is another story. Slowing my superpowerness is a boundaryful battle at remembering the weakness that results if I let all slacking slip by me. Keeping my druthers about me is akin to not losing my wits. Even though I’ve built into my life choices what others deem as mega-stress by way of my constant moving around from place to place for multiple house/pet-sittings per month, along with staying with friends or family (all adding to resting my noggin in so many places per month), I relish that it affords me the option to board an airplane to an exciting destination more than a few times a year where I lay my loins in varied relaxations. The entire science of tasteful slacking is balance.
Let’s agree no engineer would design a door to be slammed in order to close properly. ~Roscoe Webster
Almost every time I’m caring for a pet I’m dumbfounded by the ease at which animals lounge about their days. Dogs and cats slant oh-so-liberal on the slackness scale. They’ve got an adoring human to cook, feed, bath, play, pick up after, and often even sleep with them. The hardest bit of work is usually pooping or peeing where they should. The ease most domesticated animals days is worth looking into living up to for the rest of us. These creatures are my sowing optimal slack heroes. I, for one, certainly have an affectionate appetite for anyone willing to whip up a culinary delight, serve it to me, draw a hot bubbling bath, share playtime, provide the pick up of various errands to all kinds of other slack for me, and — YES — even cuddles with me nightly all the while keeping divinity in their eyes! I believe there are means for us to all have it so good at interspersed times.
May the cult of sweet slackability be sown so deeply into your bones you never fail it.