I looked down at my ankle – once again swollen to more than twice it’s size – and then back to the doctor in the Emergency Department.

“We’re not sure what the problem is, but you haven’t broken it. It’s probably just soft tissue damage. Go home and take some Nurofen or Panadol and rest it.”

It took all of my resolve to not leap out of my chair and tackle her to the floor. Even with only one working leg, I was pretty sure I could take her.

“SOFT TISSUE DAMAGE? You can’t tell me that and send me home. I’ve been awake since 2am in excruciating pain because my stupid freaking ankle has doubled in size YET AGAIN, I’ve had a billion pain killers and nothing will make the pain go away! They told me it was soft tissue damage 16 MONTHS AGO. It’s still not better!”

She looked at me with a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay. I’ll write a letter to your doctor and you can get some more tests done. We just can’t help you here.”

My heart sank. I choked out an “okay thanks” and hobbled out of the hospital.

It was official. The time had come.

It was something I’d been resisting for a long time, but I couldn’t anymore.

I was ready.

It was time for me to saw off my foot.

Okay, not really - but in all seriousness, it WAS time to find a solution. Everything I’d tried up until now hadn’t worked – and something needed to change.

But you know how our best ideas often come to us when we’re not looking for them?

Well, that’s exactly what happened here.

You see, my ongoing issues with my ankle were really the symptom of a MUCH bigger problem.

A problem that is almost synonymous with modern day life. A problem that YOU (and a lot of people you know) experience on a daily basis.

No matter what was going on in my life, with my body, my mind, my health, whatever -

I WOULD NOT STOP. I would not slow down. I would keep pushing through.


Producing results was the name of the game - everything else would take a back seat - no matter what the cost. My life had become a giant to-do list.

For the last 10 years of so, I’ve been starting and running businesses. First it was a little web design company, then a non-profit, and just recently I launched my new business, Be.

I have been OBSESSED with achievement and ‘getting shit done’.

If you wanted to make something happen, I was your girl.

My schedule was jammed packed from morning until evening, 5 – 6 days a week. I’d fly from one meeting to the next, one crisis to the next, always looking for a quick fix that could get me a result in the shortest amount of time.

I'd move from one task to another, multi-tasking, switching focus, and then feeling like I never really accomplished anything no matter how much I got done.

It was NEVER enough.

If I had a day where I didn’t produce some kind of result, I was a failure.

Stress and anxiety were my constant companions. 

Even outside of work, I couldn’t switch off. I was on. All of the time.

My phone was ON. My facebook was ON. My email was ON. I checked it at all hours of the day. It was the first thing I looked at in the morning and the last thing I’d look at before I went to sleep.

I started taking anti-anxiety meds to deal with the crushing weight of the pressure I was putting on myself and on my body.

And this constant speed and rush started to make me sick. I’d be struck down with flus that would leave me bedridden for weeks at a time. In the last year or so, I’ve felt like I was sick more often than I was well.

And yet, I still Didn’t. Fucking. Stop.

And so you can imagine what a girl like that does with a busted ankle?

I ignored it.

My ankle was an obstacle to be overcome. It was getting in my way. So when a physio couldn’t fix it after a couple of visits, I’d go and try an acupuncturist, or masseuse, or someone else.

None of my quick fixes worked, so I gave up. I went back to yoga, and then decided to take up hiking. GREAT IDEA HUH!? (*face palm*).

A few hikes later, I end up in the ER because it felt like the arch of my foot was collapsing.

Ugh, it’s kind of embarrassing writing it all down.

But I’m sharing it with you, because I know I’m not the only one.

These days our world is defined by it’s speed and instant gratification. We’re obsessed with new technologies that make us more productive and give us more time, and instead we’re busier than ever.

Stress and anxiety related disorders are on the rise. So is the use of anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds. We’re seeing children barely out of kindergarten with schedules that would rival their parents.

I watch the people around me rush from one task to the next. One project to the next. One meeting to the next. Life has become a never ending to do list – scheduled, rigid and jam packed.

Where is the space to just sit and be? When do we stop, pause and actually take a second to be present in our lives rather than focusing on what’s next? What would our lives look like if we moved more slowly? If we weren’t in such a hurry or so focused on the next goal to be achieved?

Well, I’m going to find out.

And that fucking terrifies me.

Because I have no idea what it takes to move slowly.

To be present.

To sit with myself instead of constantly being distracted by the next item on my to-do list.

I know how to move quickly. I know I can set big goals and work my ass off to achieve them. I can GET SHIT DONE. I can travel the world multiple times a year. I can always be on the move. I can fill my schedule up with my business, my family, my friends, exercise, volunteering – you name it.

What I haven’t been able to do is stop and slow down.

Until now.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an epiphany.

As I walked up a flight of stairs, one foot after another, followed by the DONK of my Moon Boot, I realised my ankle was the lesson I’d been waiting for.

It was giving me permission to do something I’d been so afraid of doing.

It was time for me to slow down. For real.

To walk more slowly, eat more slowly, move more slowly, work more slowly, and to start to find pleasures in the little things.

But for someone like me, that’s far from easy.

I’m a Type-A personality. You know, the impatient, competitive, outgoing and ambitious kind?

I can’t just promise myself that I’ll “Move Slowly” and stick to it. I need a challenge. Some kind of extreme goal that I can commit too and work to achieve.

If I’m going to go Slow, I need it to challenge me.

And so, the Year of Slow was born.

I’m committing to 12 months of Slowness.

Twelve months of opting out of the bigger, faster, better, stronger, rat race – and doing something that’s completely counter intuitive to how so many of us live.


AND I’m going to document the process and share it with you. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

What’s it going to take to live slowly? To heal slowly? To build a business slowly? To not be rushing from one thing to the next?

We’ll we’re going to find out together.

I'm in the midst of still nutting out the details - but so far here are the 10 Commands of The Year Of Slow.

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I'll be posting about the Year of Slow Monthly themes next week. So stay tuned!

Lots of Love,

Chantelle x  

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November 25, 2016 by Chantelle Baxter


Sandra Collins

Sandra Collins said:

I hear you Chantelle and I’m with you xx


Helen said:

Love it Chantelle. I also had a similar epiphany recently and have decided to slow down. Here’s to #slowliving. ?


Peta-Gai said:

As a fellow business owner, also Type A, also the “get shit done” girl (also defines a bad day of failure when I don’t get shit done), I’m fucking scared for you. I so relate. Always “on”. I love this idea and I’m going to be watching closely and seeing what I can learn from your journey. Bloody amazing idea and one I should do too. I must say, I also got sick a bit and my back went a few times in 2016, and they were the only times I’d let myself stop working. Hmmmm yes, I see a theme here!! So I brought exercise back in and that helped, and in the last few months of the year, I took Monday’s off. Mostly. See, I need to know your secrets to slowing down for 2017 because I barely know where to start! Good luck, Chantelle!! Xx

Christine C

Christine C said:

I have a similar story. In 2009 I was diagnosed with an ‘autoimmune’ disease of the stomach. I used many natural health practices to address my severe anemia. I still had to get regular iron IV infusions.

In Dec 2013, my natural health team and I had a big aha: stress had likely shut my stomach down.

I did a ton of research and discovered if I activated my ‘rest/digest’ with pleasure, I could turn off my ‘fight/flight’. 2014 became my Year of Pleasure. ;)

I’m happy to report that I am now completely healed. :)

Sue Kearney

Sue Kearney said:

Thank you. I not only need this; I’m going to make a version for myself. I’ll start with your #s 1, 2, 3, and 9, and then add the rest in way that is personalized for me. Thank you!

Emma Lovell

Emma Lovell said:

This post could not have come at a better time. I’ve pretty much been breaking down, slowly but surely over the past three days.

Which isn’t true – it’s been months and months of FULL ON!! Tough changes and massive pinnacles in my life and it’s been nonstop.

I shall join you in the year of slow. Enjoying life for the beauty there is and focusing on less, so I have more.

Thanks Chantelle. You’ve helped me a lot today x

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