Then there’s the personal. My mum’s biggest complaint to me as a teen was: “Can you please speak slower? I have no idea what you’re saying.” Some of my worst arguments with friends have been caused by my impatience and the expectation that they should get ready/leave the house/order food as quickly as me. I’ve even rushed dating – moving so fast that I found myself in relationships I didn’t want to be in.

And then 2020 happened. It took a pandemic to do it, but for the first time in my life, I had no choice but to go slowly. And to my surprise (after an initial mini-breakdown), I loved it – spending days sunbathing in my garden, marvelling at the perfection of my new cat, Coco, and taking two hours to make lunch because what else was I going to do? When lockdown restrictions ended, my inner Usain Bolt wanted to race back into travelling, socialising, working and hobbying at manic speed. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t what I wanted. I couldn’t live my 30 on the same mad rollercoaster I’d been on in my 20s. I needed to do things differently – and so I did.

“After years of rushing around, I’ve finally embraced the joy of going slow – and I feel like I have more time than ever”