10/06/2026
A slow life 🤍
Growing up in a rough city, life always felt fast.
There were sirens, flashing lights, crowded streets, noise and a constant feeling that you had to stay alert.
Looking back, I think I spent much of that time living in fight or flight, even when I didn't realise it.
When I moved to North Yorkshire, something changed.
I slowed down.
I started noticing the tiny, sometimes insignificant things; the way people move with no real pace, cottages with pretty gardens, I'd watch animals and nature and see the way the seasons quietly arrive and leave again.
Things that might seem ordinary to some became little moments of joy to me.
For the first time, I felt like I had time. Time to look around, time to breathe, time to simply be where I was instead of rushing on to the next thing or trying to escape.
I stopped constantly scanning for somewhere to go, somewhere to hide, somewhere safer.
Instead, I found peace.
And that's why I love my slow life.
And why I'd never go back.
