The pace of things or why the Mori girls have it right

Holly on Decor8 wrote a recent post about life without the internet that triggered some things that have already been stirring around in me.  Because sometimes life without the internet sounds quite charming.  Not surprising since I'm a self-proclaimed Luddite, who ironically loves her new laptop and works in high tech.

I have long loved blogs and the world that they open is amazing. But starting my own blog has given me a whole other perspective - sometimes fun and sometimes frustrating!

Since I blog and keep up with a multitude of blogs, I can feel caught up in an endless whirl of information and activity.  Everything moves so darn fast.  There is no time to sit and soak. 

I was inspired recently by a blog post on Fairytale Hausfrau about Mori Girls.  I'd never heard of Mori girls, but I was instantly intrigued and I identified with so many aspects. But what stood out to me most was their emphasis on the slow pace of things.  Relishing, loving, living life.

It's something that resonates deeply with me.  But I occasionally find in this frenetic fun world of blogging and online pursuits I lose that joy in doing something, slowly, just to do it...

For instance, as a girl, I kept stacks of top secret diaries, full of doodles and poems and names in code... They captured my own inner world for my eyes only.  It didn't matter to me whether they meant something to anyone else. 

That sort of deliberation, meditation, magical pondering seems gone... I am moving too fast to ponder.

In the blogging class I was recently part of, it was said and I'm paraphrasing "To have a blog, you need to have an interesting life - or if you don't have one, you have to get one.  Blogging forces you to have an interesting life."

I agree with that to a degree. And who wouldn't want to have an interesting life? And yet this push for continual interesting-ness, has a way of pushing out the enjoyment.  We are moving so quickly to present the next thing, to be interesting, to present interesting things for others - do we really enjoy our lives, our little moments?

I think it's a fine line between having an interesting life for myself or having an interesting life for my blog and not enjoying it because I'm trying to please someone else.

So I'd like to take a step back towards that girlhood magic, of doing things because they are magical to me, even if they remain my untold story, or even if, after sharing them, noone else finds them magical.

I want to slow down and soak life in more.  I want to be a little more like a Mori girl. I want to take a walk in the forest.  I want to buy one amazing sundress and one pair of sandals and wear it all summer like a child, instead of endlessly thinking about the next big thing in fashion like an adult woman.  I want to bake a batch of blondies.  I want to soak in lavender bath salts and leisurely read the book of my choice. I want to lounge on the couch, watching Hulu and working on my latest crochet project.  I want to refinish my headboard. I want to sip chamomile rose tea. I want to spend long hours chatting with my girlfriends. I want to use a rainy afternoon to listen to my new favorite music and write by free association.

And I want to do all of this because I want to - not so I'll have something to talk about on my blog, not so I'll appear "interesting" according to someone else's standards. I suppose I feel as if I'm still figuring out where blogging fits in my life and where I fit in blogging. I suppose I'm feeling a little rebellious.

Anybody else ever feel like the tail's wagging the dog? Or am I the only nutty one 'round here?

Well, this dog is taking it's tail back ;-)