Ever since my first Kinfolk magazine arrived about 5 days ago, I've felt guilty.
If you haven't heard of Kinfolk, it is a magazine that emphasizes the importance of "slow living." It aims to help people remember to disconnect, stop taking on 10,000 things at a time, and to simplify down to the basics.
So why do I feel guilty?
Because since the moment I pulled it out of my mailbox last Monday, I've wanted to read it, but guess what? I'm only on page 28. Why? Because my old car is getting ready to commit suicide, the heat went out (4 days ago), I can't tell if this cold is going to turn into a sinus infection or not (but the chilly house isn't helping), and I'm trying to finish choreographing 8 dances for a show, in addition to refining class playlists and choreography.
I seriously cannot find the time to sit down and read what is sure to be an epic epistle of simplicity. Despite putting it into my purse, work bag, my desk, my night stand, the floor next to me as I'm huddled in front of the fireplace, on my lap... the two entrepreneurs on the cover are glaring at me with that open look if disapproval. Their eyes follow me as I dart in and our of the room and if they had thought bubbles above their heads, they would be saying, "Shame, shame, you busy girl."
Although, if the magazine is promoting "slow living," perhaps I'm really winning. Perhaps, I'll read a page a day, in stolen moments between car engine failures and sneezes!
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