I am not a slow moving person. 

Doing one thing at a time is not easy for me. 

Slowing down does not come naturally to me. 

And yet I talk about it

e v e r y  s i n g l e  d a y. 

 

When I was on my 14 hour journey home yesterday my husband turned to me and joked that he was going to have SLOW DOWN inked on his knuckles for me so that whenever I was in need of a reminder he could just flash them in my face. I laughed but then I thought about it. What if we had some kind of constant reminder to slow down. Something physical that was with us that sort of symbolized the act of slowing down. Something that is personal to you so that when you look at it, smell it, see it, you know that you need to put down the extra task you’re taking on, or cancel that plan that’s subconsciously stressing you out and just stop what you’re doing. I’m not 100% sure what that something is but I’m definitely on the hunt for it. I have a feeling it’s staring me right in the face. 

While I was away we had the chance to stay in the most magical cabin in the mountains in North Carolina. When we arrived there was a book on the coffee table that explained the story of how the cabin came to be. A strong hearted, determined woman wanted to re-build a broken down log cabin and turn it into her little haven. If you followed me on Instagram throughout my trip, I think we can all agree she totally nailed it. It’s like a little slice of heaven that takes you back in time where things were really simple. A few plates, a few cooking utensils, books, comfortable chairs, a single bed outside perfect for taking naps on, a screened in porch where you could sit and talk late into the night, and best of all, room enough for TWO.

I loved that the cabin was built for two, made for two and has been loved by two all along the way. The owner and her partner re-built it and lived in it first, and it has been rented out to couples since. It’s like it’s filled with slow living love. It made me realize how important having (or visiting) a sacred space is to figuring things out mentally and physically both independently and with your partner.

Personally, it allowed me to just be. Be quiet, be attentive, be calm, be slow. I was able to quiet my head for a full six days and not let my racing mind ask a million questions to my body. To me, a personal space that is our own and is filled with the things we love, is one way we can we heal ourselves, grow and nurture our bodies through pregnancy and one day welcome a tiny person into this world. With my husband, it allowed me to let go of all the clutter – the little things that get in the way too often. It allowed me to be more attentive and loving and present. One thing I’m always wondering is how to bring that feeling of slowness and calm back to reality. Is there a way to make that the reality? I have a feeling that there definitely is… I’m just not quite sure how to get there.

And this journey we’re on? What did I learn about that?

I’m still on it! I don’t know what I was expecting to happen with this blog but there has been so much amazing feedback and love from any and all of the readers so I’m going to keep taking care of myself while I’m on this fertility / pregnancy / slow living / love fest journey and talking about it here.

I’m super excited about a new series I have coming up. I’ve been talking to some close girlfriends who are pregnant about their own journey from fertility to pregnancy and will be sharing the first one here later this week so stay tuned and thank you so much for reading along!