Today’s word to prompt blogging is “Slow”.

So… slowly… slowly… I… will… begin… writing… about… the… word, … … S. L. O. W.

Talking fast, like you were from NYC or someone in your teens or twenties, has never been my talent. I grew up in Englewood, CO and I thought everyone talked slower. Not with a drawl, but just slower. When I listen to some New Yorkers blather on at hyper speed about this, that and the other, I get left in the verbal dust. I start thinking about how fast they are talking, not what they are saying.

There was a point in my life where I felt as though my mental accuity was lacking. That people who talked fast were smarter. And that people who talked fast, who were smarter, looked at me and thought that I was a slow, dim-witted country bumpkin. No longer is that a problem for me.

Many years ago I came to the realization that one of my traits was that I was persistent. That I stayed with a project or a subject until it was finished – even if it took longer for me than for others. I might be slow, but I stayed with things longer than other people. That can be a tremendously valuable trait. If you work on a project for six months to a year (and others have finished in a week or a month), you have much more opportunity to think things through. To develop new ideas. To come across new data. To polish the product. And when you are done, you have something much better than if you had finished quickly.

So. Slow. That’s a good thing. Kinda like a slow cooked dish which has a long time to develop it’s flavor.