Is Your Life A Slow Dance Or A Frantic Freak Dance?

David Weatherford - Slow Dance

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Raise your hands if you ever feel rushed!?

How bout overwhelmed?



Like there is not enough time in the day?

Do you ever feel like a hamster running his little brains out on a wheel that has no finish line? I know I do. Sometimes I feel like if I slow down for a minute that I’ll miss an opportunity, lose momentum, or just fall behind.  human_hamster_wheel_1-framed

I’m totally guilty of trying to do too many things at once. Even knowing that multitasking is actually worse for productivity I still struggle with doing one thing at a time.

Even worse I struggle to slow down, appreciate life, and live each day as it comes. I’m always striving for making a better tomorrow and in the process forget about today.

Sometimes I have to actually tell myself to stop – breathe – and live in the present.

I have to ask myself questions like:

  • If today was my last day to live would I change anything?
  • Would I have any regrets?
  • What will people say about me when I’m gone?
  • What will my kids and spouse remember about me? 
  • What kind of legacy will I leave behind?

I literally have a list of questions like these written down to ask myself when I catch myself going through life at a dangerous pace. It helps me to regain a proper perspective.

Recently I cam across a poem that I’ve added to my list of questions. It’s titled Slow Dance, by child psychologist David L. Weatherford. It is a sobering reminder of how short life is – with an important message to slowww down.

I hope it helps you as much as it has helped me…


Slow Dance by David L Weatherford

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short,
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running
through your head?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child, “We’ll do it tomorrow?”
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say “Hi?”
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before your song is over.


1 Comment

  • Anthony Ryan

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    Slow Dance was not written by the person commonly referred to as its author. I know the real author.
    It’s probably impossible to prove though.

    Please consider changing its attribution to “claimed by …”
    and “actual author too scared to lay claim to it as she is not a sociopath like … is” or perhaps just the first suggestion.

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