The Fall of Slow is the Year of Slow

Slow doesn't mean stagnant.

It’s SXSW time here in Austin and the energy has dialed up a notch or two. I’m getting DMs and invites and asks. I’m noticing the urge to be everywhere, to learn everything, to meet everyone.

Aside from this being my first SX, I tend to feel this pressure every March. I think it’s because March is when it dawns on me that it’s a “new year.” January is still December in my book, February is me yawning and being like, “Okay let me figure out what I’m doing.” March is like, “Oh shit, we are 3 months in now.”

Le Sigh.

Those of you who have been around a little while will remember that last September after burning out from the Real Self-Care book launch and landing myself in the hospital for 4 days with an angry gallbladder, I declared the Fall of Slow.

During the Fall of Slow I gave myself:

• Permission to STOP

• Permission to PLAY

• Permission to GO INTERNAL

I spent the last few months of 2023 stopping and playing¹, and I went internal. Going internal is where Real Self-Care came in — Boundaries, Com…