“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”
This African proverb has never been truer in my life till late. Oh, the pressure to take the fastest way to a destination as if you lose time and miss opportunities if you don’t.
I had the impression that getting married would make me accomplish a lot more things, and fast. Two heads are better than one, after all. And while this is true in some cases—having a guy around does come a little handy sometimes 😆—David and I also quickly realized that having another person in the journey slows things down a notch. (And then kids enter the picture and suddenly any notion of “fast” is out the window, but, let’s talk about how getting anywhere with kids is a major production another time, shall we?)
And so we learn. To navigate through the world’s pressure of doing things instantly.
To manage people’s expectations and opinions without letting them get into our heads. To take our time, to not feel guilt when we do. To sit still in coffee shops and resist the urge of getting our drinks to go. To take the scenic route, stop for pictures, tell another story, conquer another mountain, pour another cup. Slowly and surely.
It’s an art to master, without a doubt. But when “together” becomes second nature, you know there’s no way you’d rather go. Hand-in-hand you walk, mastering each other’s strides.
You’ll get there anyway, wherever that is, in God’s sweet time. But together, there’s no need to rush.