Lately, I’ve been off.
Not tired. Not burned out. Just… foggy.
I sit down, stare at the screen and 30 minutes later => I’ve done nothing useful!
My thinking spiral:
“Am I procrastinating?”
“Why am I not smashing this week?”
“Maybe I need a new app. Or a better AI tool.”
But here’s the thing - what if this isn’t failure?
What if this is the moment to slow down?
We live in a world that worships speed.
Move fast. Stack meetings. Fill the calendar.
Post on LinkedIn at 5am.
Always chasing the next big shiny thing.
You know what’s wild?
Most of that motion is fake progress.
It feels productive, but it’s just busywork wearing a mask.
Meanwhile, real progress?
It looks… slower.
Surfing reminds me of this.
You don’t make the wave come.
You paddle out. You wait. You read the ocean.
And when the wave finally arrives - you’re ready.
Same with raising kids.
Making a good wine.
Building something real.
You can’t rush it.
You can’t force it.
You just need to stay in position long enough for something great to happen.
Friends often ask:
“How did you end up in Raglan? With that amazing surf, awesome community and the family setup you have?”
Answer:
We’ve been stubbornly paddling in the same direction for 13 years.
Not a trick. Not a hack.
Just doing the small things, over and over - until they added up.
So yeah, I’ve been “procrastinating.”
But maybe that’s just my brain slowing down long enough to hear itself think.
Because here’s the truth:
Speed looks cool. But patience compounds.
TL;DR:
Movement ≠ progress
Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.
Real results come from showing up, not rushing
And with that, I’m off to catch ups with some friends.
Because connection > hustle. Always.
It feels like the most productive thing I’ll do all week.
Thanks and catch you later….
Love this Felix. A good reminder to pause!