I have just come out of an orchestral concert in an old chapel.
I’m drinking coffee and eating gelato.
My pace has slowed, relaxation has taken over.
Going very easy.
I suppose the thing I noticed was how hard it was to slow down.
It’s amazing how I can arrive in such a unique place like this, then almost let it become merely a backdrop.
Yep, lovely canals. Got it. Check. What’s next? Oh yeah, quick email check.
Christ. What am i doing?
The music in the concert was beautiful, but sitting still and easing into it was excruciating.
I was like a dog who hadn’t been walked in a week.
Eventually it was the music that did it. There was nowhere to hide and it slowly drew me in, weighed me down.
Makes me wonder about the state of RPM i’m living with on a day-to-day basis.
Clocking up all of that mileage.
This service was well-over-due.