A fair few years ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I’d made a vow to slow down, to simplify, to live intentionally. I was going to build this beautiful, peaceful life where every moment was carefully curated, where every meal was from scratch, every chore was perfectly executed, and every season was embraced in its full, slow living glory.

Sounds dreamy, right?

But here’s the kicker: trying to create the perfect slow life made me feel anything but slow.

It was like I was chasing this ideal, this perfect picture of a slow life that I’d seen on Pinterest and Instagram, thinking that I could somehow embody it in my own life. I wanted to cultivate this utopia of peace, simplicity, and balance. But as much as I tried, the more I was running after this vision, the more stressed I felt.

The perfection I was striving for was becoming my own enemy.

It wasn’t until I let go of this idea of a perfect slow life that I began to feel the true magic of slowing down. And here’s why…

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