Slowing Down Is Not Giving Up

There was a time when I could work 12 hours straight, come home, fix something on the farm, and still have enough energy to chase the kids around the yard.

These days, my knees disagree with that plan.

For a while, slowing down felt like losing a part of myself — like I wasn’t “productive” anymore. But then I realized something simple and beautiful: slowing down isn’t the same as giving up.

It’s creating space.
It’s choosing presence over pressure.
It’s recognizing that life isn’t a race — it’s a walk worth savoring.

Now, I sit a little longer at the table. I listen more during conversations. I notice the sound of the birds, the way the sunlight hits the porch, and the gentle creaks in my bones that remind me I’ve lived.

I used to run through life. Now, I walk through it — and I don’t miss a thing.

So if you’re in a season where you can’t move as fast as you used to, let me assure you: you haven’t lost your value. You’ve just learned to move at the speed of meaning.