I've been chasing a feeling for most of my adult life. Not happiness exactly. Not success. Something quieter — harder to name. And it seems like other people are feeling it too. I finally found a word for it. I call it Slowiness.
Even before I sold my suburban house in the States in 2015 and everything in it — and packed what was left into carry-on bags — I knew for a long time something was off about the speed I was being asked to live at.
In a trifecta of despair from a divorce, a dead dad, and a dead dog, I leapt into the unknown at 42.
That leap turned into a decade: 65 countries, bucket list adventures, and eventually a permanent move to a beach town in Portugal I now call home. People kept asking what I was running from.
Nothing, as it turned out.
Slowiness is what I was running toward.
Not slow living as an aesthetic. Not mindfulness with a rebrand. Slowiness is the refusal to let speed and urgency be the default setting — for your days, your attention, your relationships, your definition of a life well spent.
Now I'm 55. I run a small consultancy helping people get calm, reliable control of their digital lives. Everything else I'm building runs on the same thread.
This is where I think out loud. If something here resonates, pull up a chair.
Building Digital Serenity — one client at a time, mostly word of mouth, mostly people who are done letting their devices run the show.
Building this site. Writing when I can. Thinking less about what Slowiness means and more about what it looks like in practice — which is harder, and more interesting.
Doing men’s work. Sitting in rooms with other men who are willing to go past the surface. Deep, meaningful connection between men isn’t a luxury — it’s a lifeline. More men should know this.
Training with kettlebells. Functional strength, not aesthetics. There’s something about moving a heavy thing with intention that maps cleanly onto everything else.
Reading, hammocking, hiking — trying to build and live a cherished analog life. Living in Portugal helps. Living in a beach town in Portugal is even better.
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