You Don’t Find Beautiful Things When You’re Rushed

I was always rushing.

Always moving from one thing to the next,
as if there was something waiting for me just ahead—
something I didn’t want to miss.

And maybe that was true.

But what I didn’t realize then—

was how much I was already missing.

They say stop and smell the roses.

But they also say life is too short.

So I chose movement.

I filled my days.

Tried to see more.
Do more.
Experience more.

To do as much as I can. 

I thought that was what it meant to live fully.

But rushing has a cost.

Not loud.

Not obvious.

just enough that beauty passes through your day
without ever landing in it.

I’ve walked past places
I now stop for.

Sat in spaces
I never really saw.

Lived entire days
without a single moment fully arriving.

Because I was already thinking of the next thing.

The next place.

The next task.

The next version of “better.”

And in doing that—

I trained myself not to receive what was already here.

Looking back, perhaps I had missed so many things that were meant to be mine if I had only stopped to receive them. 

Now, I move differently.

Not slow in a forced way.

Not resisting life.

But allowing moments to land.

Allowing blessings with my name on it to arrive…

And be received. 

I pause.

I look longer.

I let things unfold without rushing past them.

And because of that—

I see more now
than I ever did when I was trying to see everything.

This was the art on the wall that I would’ve missed had I rushed through the steps

Not because there is more beauty.

but because I finally made space for it.

I still believe a hundred years is short. 

But not in a way that makes me rush.

In a way that reminds me—

this moment deserves to be felt
before it becomes the next one.

—-

With elegance and quiet fire,
Lady E

Founder, Glow by Lady E 
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