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Down Time? Don't Drop Out


So maybe we don't need a reminder to slow down— the economy seems to be imposing this action on many mamas already.

However, that doesn't mean we're using this slow down effectively, usefully or enjoyably.

Many years ago, one of my mentors told me that every career is full of ups and downs. Every part of life, a hurry up phase and then a slow down. When the slower parts hit, the trick is not to panic into them — but to use them and revel in the time given. Launch projects you didn't have the time for previously. Tighten up skills. Re-connect with friends, family. Heck, even clean.

Here's how one town is taking the idea of slowing time to one extreme:

New note at 'longest concert'

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Anonymous said…
639 years!!! I've dropped out already with extreme slow time. But, hey, I have a new career. CLEANING.

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