Now that I no longer head to work every day, I have discovered the joy of a slower pace in my life. A friend recently introduced me to the term Hurkle Durkle (also spelled herkle derkle), and I was fascinated and charmed simply by hearing the words. Naturally, as any curious semi-retired adult would, I googled it.
It turns out Hurkle Durkle is a Scottish phrase that means to lounge in bed long after you’ve woken up. The word Hurkle suggests hunkering down or crouching for warmth, a lovely thought, especially now that sweater weather has arrived and mornings carry a chill. Durkle adds in the idea of lingering. For someone who used to be out the door by 6:30 a.m., this feels like a luxury I never knew I needed.
I have come to view it as continuous rest, a cozy selfcare ritual. These days I brew my favorite coffee, return to bed, ease into my day, leisurely reading my emails, playing a game or reading on my kindle. It feels so indulgent, so decadent. But after years of dashing around, juggling ten things at once, I’ve decided I’ve earned this new rhythm. And honestly? I’m not giving it up anytime soon.
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