Chic Women Don't Rush

& how slowing down makes you more magnetic.

There’s something undeniably alluring about a woman who moves through life unbothered. She’s not frantic. She’s not rushing to prove herself. She’s not hurrying through conversations, meals, or experiences. She exists in her own time zone—where everything flows effortlessly to her.

This is the essence of magnetism.

Yet, most of us are stuck living life on 2x speed, rushing from one moment to the next without fully experiencing any of them. We race through traffic, wait impatiently in line for coffee, wave down the waiter at a restaurant so we can place our order faster, refreshing our tracking page for a package that’s already on its way. We rush to get to the next thing, the next milestone, the next phase of life—like there’s some invisible finish line we’re all desperately trying to reach. But what exactly is the rush for? To get to the end faster? To go through life as quickly as possible, without ever fully being in it?

I never noticed how deeply ingrained this was in me until my first time in Paris. When my husband, Jay, and I sat down at a restaurant, I noticed it immediately—it felt like forever before the waiter even came to take our drink order. And once the drinks arrived? Another long pause before they returned to take our food order. And getting the bill? Even longer. In Canada, I was used to efficiency. Attentive service. Someone checking in every few minutes, subtly (or not-so-subtly) signaling that the table needed to turn over quickly. This? This felt painfully slow. I found myself getting irritated—why is everything taking so long? Why aren’t they more attentive? But then it hit me.

They were attentive. Not in the way I was used to—hovering, rushing, pushing the meal along—but in a way that felt intentional. The time between sitting down, ordering drinks, and waiting for food was spent fully immersed in conversation with my husband, reflecting on our day, laughing, taking in the moment. There were no interruptions. No one rushing us along. They were allowing us to actually experience our time there. It made me realize just how much North American culture conditions us to rush through everything—even the moments meant to be savoured.

And that’s the thing about chic women. They don’t just look put together. They move differently. There’s an effortlessness to them, a presence that’s impossible to ignore. It’s why we’re so drawn to French women—their je ne sais quoi isn’t just about beauty. It’s their pace. The way they sit in cafés without staring at their phones. The way they sip their wine without thinking about what’s next. The way they seem to own their time, rather than being owned by it.

And we’ve all seen her—the woman who walks into a room, and without saying a word, people notice. She’s not loud, she’s not attention-seeking, but she commands presence. The secret? It’s not just her style or beauty.

It’s her pace.

There’s a reason we associate elegance with slowness—because urgency, desperation, and chaos are the enemies of refinement. Chic women don’t rush. They move with intention. And when you slow down, you don’t just appear more confident—you actually become more magnetic.

Let’s talk about how.