Walking Slow

I stopped in mid-step half-way down Avenida Libertador today and asked myself “why are you walking so fast?”

I had just attended my last internship meeting and handed in my final paper. I was free. But I was still walking like time owned me.

My mother is right: I function better with too many things to do on my to do list; I thrive under stress, deadlines and full agendas.

Even today, I dutifully filled in my agenda with museums to see, as to not “waste” one precious moment of time.

But as I walked out of MALBA, my first of 3 scheduled stops, I just felt exhausted. So I crossed the final two stops off my list (literally), walked to the nearest Havana, ordered my beloved coffee and just sat. Sat, and thought, and breathed, and relaxed and accepted my empty agenda.