Stop pushing. Be you.

I want to live my life the way my friend talks. She is from the deep south, and I love listening to her. She speaks long and languorous and lazily. Each vowel languishes before she finishes the word, and then, finally, the sentence. Each sentence hangs for a moment in the air before she speaks again. I love nothing more than when I can go from one task to another like that, just letting things flow all thick and natural, like maple syrup. It’ doesn’t happen much. Too often I’m clipped. Staccato. Pinched for time. Sometimes – too much – I snap and push. In my inbox this morning was this fantastic article about not pushing – about when you feel all tense and uptight, you are pushing too hard and it’s no good. It talks about how to...

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