What London Taught Me About Slowing Down

Hello lovely,

London wasn’t just a trip; it was a pause button. Somewhere between the bustling streets of Soho, morning coffees that stretched longer than usual, and evenings wandering through parks without an agenda, I felt my rhythm shift.

At home, I live in go-mode. I time block, I plan, I move fast—because life as a mom, wife, and businesswoman requiresit. But in London, I found myself walking slower, noticing the cobblestone details under my shoes, actually tasting my cappuccino instead of gulping it down between emails, and letting the kids set the pace and pick the place. It was…lovely.

Slowing down gave me the chance to hear myself again. The constant hum of “what’s next” faded into the background, and suddenly my own thoughts felt clearer. I realized that beauty isn’t just in the big landmarks or planned outings—it’s in the in-betweens. The little side streets, the bakery window you almost walk past, the moment your daughter laughs so hard she can’t breathe. Those are the pieces that linger the longest.

And here’s the thing: pausing didn’t make me feel behind. If anything, I came home more fueled, more alive, more ready to create. The pause didn’t take away my momentum; it gave it back to me tenfold.

London gave me more than memories—it gave me permission to breathe. To move at my own pace. To remember that a slower rhythm doesn’t mean a smaller life; it often makes space for a fuller one.

So, if you’re reading this in the middle of your own rush—maybe it’s after drop-off, maybe between meetings—take this as your little nudge: breathe, sip your coffee slowly, let yourself linger. Life doesn’t have to be lived in fast-forward to be meaningful.

London reminded me of that. And now I’m holding onto it tightly. 💜