Thursday, November 20, 2025
I have come to respect something which seems mysterious. It’s slower than I once thought. It’s more precise than I once thought. It’s roomier and more forgiving than I once thought. It’s trust – more magical than I once thought.
The timing of events is just right. I used to disagree and doubt that. My sense of timing was rushed. I wanted it to be over with. I wanted to hasten it. I wanted to get to the highlights until I realized I am the highlight. The highlight of life is The Golden Mean of understanding. Just right.
How can you get to the highlight of your life when it all seems so wrong? Rightness is rooted in trust. You’ll get it done in precisely the right time, even if you see yourself gravitating towards leisure, rest, play, and socializing. It only seems like if you gravitate towards what you enjoy, you’re slacking. But slack is precisely what’s called for – gravitating towards joy.
If you give yourself slack, the noose of demand lessens its grip. Nothing’s on hold. I’m a slacker, but I don’t hold nor lack. I don’t find socializing unproductive. I don’t find rest unproductive. I don’t find leisure unproductive. I don’t find wandering in nature unproductive. I find nothing unproductive except holding on. Everything I do, now, feels restoratively loose.
A slacker avoids work and effort. I proudly loosen my association with work and effort. The word slacker comes from slack, meaning ‘not taut or held tightly in position; loose.’ “Hang tight” is about waiting patiently and remaining steady, often in a challenging situation. “Hang loose” is about staying relaxed and carefree, often in a situation where there’s no need for stress. I neither hang loose or tight.
I don’t hang on, either. I float. Call me Goldilocks, but it’s all just right. Alright? Yes, trust is alright.