The Velocity Project winds down

For the last two years, I’ve been on a mission to Slow the Fuck Down.

Now, the mission is winding down.

Am I cured of my squeeze-too-much-in, take-too-much-on, work-like-a-maniac ways?

No.

The desire to have it all and have it all now is the root cause of me being overworked, overprogrammed and overcommitted. And it’s my personality. That’s not going to change.

What’s changed is the way I look at things… I finally understand what David Orr said: everything has its own velocity, its own inherent pacing, and its own urgency.

I just had to reframe urgency.

Last week, we drove into the city to see Beirut play at the Orpheum. We had a few hours grace-time and supplies for an al fresco dinner before the doors opened.

Then, traffic along the Sea to Sky Highway suddenly dropped to a crawl. We lurched forward in first gear, wondering what was going on, how long this would take, whether the road would be shut, and then, just like that, we were on the scene of the accident.

A motorcycle laid over in the right lane. A body on the ground in the left lane. 2 people doing CPR, 2 more crouched around. Several cars parked along the  bike lane and near the median. A handful of citizens directing traffic down into a single lane, moving them around the body, back around the bike.

As we drove through, waved on by those clear-headed people, the first ambulance arrived and we saw the paramedics in their blue plastic gloves step across the median.

Whoa, said my husband. CPR. Holy.

And we took a few breaths. I wiped my eyes clear.

All those people who stopped everything to attend to the scene, kept the traffic moving, kept the witnesses on hand, kept the scene under control, kept the blood pumping through someone’s heart chambers with a steady compression, kept an airway clear, kept breath moving through someone’s being, who might just have conspired to keep him alive, understood urgency.

CPR trumps everything.

Rule #1 of the Velocity Project: Attend to the dying, with all your love and attention.

I used to joke that I was doing a kind of triage. I’d say, “Sorry, I can’t make drinks. Would love to get together, but I’m in triage.” I had to attend to the things that would die if I wasn’t breathing life into them… projects, deadlines, press releases. Stuff that I had decided to bring to life, and therefore, needed to keep alive.

All the while, spilling over into the overcrowded hallway, were the non-emergent things: birthday calls or “how’s the baby?” emails to friends, Christmas cards to cousins, freshly made dinners, Tuesday morning yoga sessions or social evening bike rides, other frivolous things like long lunches, reading books, walking, listening.

In my bogus ER, no actual lives were at stake. Except mine.

And the quality of it was the state of emergency.

The question is: what are you trying to breathe life into? Is it really worth it?

Is it a human being? Straight to the top of the list.

Is it an ego-driven project? Tread carefully. It’s not as important as you think.

Is it a strawberry? Seriously. The season lasts 2 weeks. Don’t mess around. Or you will miss it, entirely, until it comes around again 50 weeks later.

It is summer skinny-dipping? When you live in a place where summer lasts about 20 days, when it’s warm enough to swim in the lake at the end of your bike ride, even just barely, and there’s no one there, JUMP THE FUCK IN. Before you know it, it will be fall, and that will be 20 or even 30 soul-cleansing, head-clearing, body-delighting baptisms you will have missed.

Is it a weekend? The only way to breathe life into a weekend is to make it sacred. Weekends are time for bike rides and potlucks and dinners and book reading and trail building projects and gardening and adventures. Not for work. Not for one little deadline, just to get it out of the way. (There is ALWAYS another deadline, right behind it. There is always more work, chasing down hard on the last bit. It’s never done. You have to hold the space.) Not for a little bit of innocent surfing online. (What just happened to that 4 hour chunk of your life?)

Cured? No.

But I’ve got a new frame around the word that dictated to me for years: urgent.

Love. Strawberries. Summer.

That’s good enough for now.

16 thoughts on “The Velocity Project winds down

  1. Sandra

    Does this mean I should expect an email from you soon?
    Great post! We should all take a breath and appreciate our loved ones and the little moments that happen around us.

  2. Almeda Glenn Miller

    My friend just sent me your blog. I’m trying to figure out if there is some underlying message in it. great writing. I’m out here ‘livin’ the dream’ on sabbatical. Listening to the voices.

    1. pembygrl

      maybe your friend is trying to tell you something, almeda?! sabbatical is the perfect place to start any slowthefuckdown mission, though. you’ll just have to add powder days to your list of things that deserve urgent attention and appreciation!

  3. Angerella

    ah so timely my lovely friend! I just inventing new word today: ‘octopussing’…i.e. being pulled in several directions by your 8 arms. So timely. xx

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