My mind is all awhirl today. Experiences of walking in the crisp Autumn air picking and eating apples off the trees mixed with visions of the coke-snorting, weed-smoking, party-til-you-puke real world out there beyond the gates of my small-town life. I love my life more than I could ever put into words. And I also hate the thought that that is really the reality for most people out there??? My mind spins when I think that they think I am missing out because I live such a slow life? I'm all for the slow food movement that's growing momentum world-wide. And now I realize that my whole life is akin to such a movement. So why can't I wrap my head around the idea that this could be considered a waste of opportunity to pack in more more MORE? Perhaps because I judge that to be a waste. So in judging I put myself in the path of judgment? But I truly don't know how to unplug and disconnect and let that be okay. And what's more, I feel no desire to. I guess that makes me the hypocrite. And I guess for now I'm okay with that.