While walking through a park today, we were passed by an older gentleman… twice. The second time he passed, I told him we were slow in an apologetic tone.
Why did I do that? Why did I apologize for being slow?
Here we are, walking a trail we’ve never been on before and we’re taking it in. If I hadn’t been slow maybe I wouldn’t have noticed the several tiny lizards scurrying away from us, or that tree with the curly bark. Or even the little branch I backed into while trying to get one decent picture of the girls.
That man didn’t seem annoyed with us when he passed, but I felt like we were in the way because I thought we should be moving faster like him.
I feel like this in life often. I compare where I am to others and use that as a ruler for where I should be.
When I start feeling defeated, I have to take a step back and realize where I’ve been and where I’ve come from. No one has had my exact life experiences and we all have had our “hard thing” to go through.
Life is not meant to be measured in comparison to others.
Don’t apologize for your speed not being like someone else’s.
Slow or not, every step matters.