The unhurried summer

Slowness is not found in summer; it is defended. The women who run everything get rest only by putting it on the calendar first and refusing to give it away.

Summer is supposed to be the slow season. For the women who run everything, it is often the opposite: the calendar fills with other people's plans and calls it a break.

Start by protecting one thing. A morning that begins without your phone. A weekend no one else gets to schedule. An hour that is yours before it is anyone else's.

Saying no is the whole technology. Not the elaborate apology or the over-explained decline. Just no, offered cleanly, the way you would decline a second coffee.

An unhurried summer is not an idle one. It is a summer you moved through on your own terms, at your own speed, having decided in advance what was worth your attention. That decision is the luxury. Everything else is just weather.