Every few days I walk over to the Fiesta Plaza mall in the mornings. Coffee and a torta at the mall are cheap and good and I like the folks at the coffee shop a lot. They know my order now so tell me what I will have when I show up. Makes it easy to just go.
The other things at the mall is seating. There is a lot of distance between people at tables and no one rushes someone to finish. I can sit at the food court, read some kindle, watch some people. Mostly it seems things are slow. Perhaps it is all of Mexico. There is just no hurry to things. If you come with notions of speedy service, you may be dismayed or impatient. It’s not a negative on anyone. Customers or staff. It is just things go slower. You can feel the pulse change almost every day here. There is the relaxed “buen dia” and smiles and they often wait or ask how I am or wait for me to ask. So life is slower.
I’ve remarked a few times how this seemed so present at Bacalar. It felt there like life and the rush and haste combined with impatience all sat down. Instead the lagoon swirled its colors. Laughs at the pool. Someone mentioning,
oh. Si. Manana.
Yeah. There is that force to life. I mean how can anyone speed up seeing this.
It was like for three days life and things said to take a break. I think most of our lives we are slaves to clocks and todo apps and reminders. So I asked years ago,
what if none were there? What if I could just go?
And I did. What did I learn? Life is more than plans and deliverables and reasons. A lot more than responsibilities and goals and timelines. When you strip these away you find that those cherished commodities of time and space don’t mean a thing. Instead they also leave. You are left with what?
Why life itself. The being. The doing. Not the having. We slow down. I stopped. No todo items. No must do things. No goals. No responsibilities.
Then I can say manana back. And it makes it all seem so good. Years ago I stopped. Figure 20 some years religiously doing those things as a program manager and then stopping. It was like life rebooted and welcomed me back.
Now to my torta and coffee. What time is it? I don’t know.
Does it matter? Nope.