Happy 13th Re-Birthday to Me!
Thirteen years ago today I started living intentionally. I stopped spending my time doing the things I should do and started spending my time doing the things I wanted to do. For twelve of those years, I was a home-less nomad. For the last year, I've been living in my new home in Bellingham.
Time is what I value the most. The twelve years I spent roaming about felt like six entire lifetimes. And yet, the last year I've spent rooted in my new home seems to have passed so quickly. How, I've wondered, can I slow down time? My curiosity with this question has enabled me to better understand the illusion of time. I'll keep that explanation for another post. What I'll say now is that I've learned that time is slowed by expanding the depth and breadth of experiences.