It’s that time again! Five Minute Friday! Time to write freely for five minutes and then time to read and enjoy other’s writing. Everyone gather’s at Kate Motaung’s blog for a word prompt and encouragement! Take a look!
Today’s prompt is – Slow
I remember when just about everything was about waiting and the wait time being slow.
As a child it seemed like we were always waiting for something-Christmas, birthdays, being a teenager, the first day of school. Even getting my driver’s license was about anticipation.
Waiting was not really a big deal though. I came from a generation of individuals who stood in long lines just to see Star Wars. I’m not kidding. The lines were huge! Even the Star Trek movie with the whales had quite a line! I know you see some lines here and there now, but I am talking like waiting for two hours for the movie to end because the theater only showed the movie you wanted to see on one screen. Back then you didn’t have a cell phone to check out either. Not to sound like my dad here, but you talked to who you were with (imagine that!) and you would probably people watch. I recall waiting patiently in a movie theater line once with a date and this terrible awkward moment came about when I had this weird feeling I was being watched and made eye contact with my exboyfriend who apparently was waiting with his friends for a movie too-different movie thankfully!!! Still talk about SLOW! Time stopped and not in a good way!
Whoa! Sorry about the unsuspected trip down memory lane.
Life was a slower process by necessity and I didn’t even live in the Little House on the Prairie days. Still we had our things. We dialed a phone, looked up phone numbers in our address book, and pretty much were required to remember many numbers too (oh the joy of my first phone, it actually stored up to 20 phone numbers!). If you were watching television and wanted to see what was on channel 12 and you were on 2, you had to change the channel but slowly or your dad would flip out. Not just me right? I forgot to mention you had to change the channel by hand-at least I did, anyway.
Slow was not necessarily a choice, but it was a way of life.
Now things just move really fast. I think this is partly because I am older and partly because we have a microwave society.
We want items fast so we pay extra for two-day or express shipping, but won’t actually go to a physical store and pick up the item ourselves when we can.
I don’t dislike this faster way of life necessarily, but I am definitely learning to appreciate the beauty of slow.
When you take your time, you take things in. You learn a lot too.
I like that.
How about you? Have you come to see a cool side to slow?