The Farmer’s Market Theory of Saturdays

There’s something about a farmer’s market in May that I think captures everything a Saturday should be. The unhurried pace. The things that grew from the ground, right here, recently, that someone tended carefully and brought to share. The small conversations with strangers that don’t need to go anywhere. The sense that the day has texture and smell and isn’t just being managed.

You don’t need an actual farmer’s market to have a farmer’s market Saturday. You just need the spirit of it: move at a human pace, notice things up close, talk to someone you don’t need anything from, eat something that came from actual soil.

The Simple Mission today, if you want one: do something that slows you down on purpose. Not because you have to slow down. Because you’re choosing to. Because fast isn’t always better and May is too good to rush through.

Fast isn’t always better. May is too good to rush through.

What’s something slow and unhurried you can do today just because you want to?