How to Slow Down
New prompt and events.
I’m fixated on a certain animal. Not a chicken, which is odd for me, but a three-fingered sloth named Pistachio. I can learn from him.
I’m late to the party. I know that sloths were all the rage a few years back, suddenly appearing on t-shirts and coffee mugs in cartoon versions of themselves. I don’t know what makes a certain whimsical animal popular at a certain time. (See the llama surge and the unicorn, before that.) But my infatuation with Pistachio is deliberate. I need to know: How much can I slow down? How can I be the sloth and not feel ashamed?
I realize that I’m hyper focused on work. My near and dear know it too. They may call it workaholism but surely it’s more nuanced. I don’t know many writers who aren’t workaholics. First, there’s the writing part, the Sunday-evening panic I feel all week long. I have homework that will never be done.
Then there’s the marketing/self-promotion of said writing (and teaching), so that I may have readers/participa…
