When I started to write this post, I thought that nothing had happened yesterday. I searched my menopausal brain for the elements of my day and nothing came up. What had happened? Where was I? Did I even participate in yesterday?
As I looked back I realized that I rushed through yesterday. In fact, I rushed through the last few days. How is it that I can do so much but it seems like it’s just doing?
I’m not sure it it’s a good thing – this invention of the clock. We (me) are always running against it. It’s almost a professional skill to multi-task, to be amazingly efficient. But is it our best and highest use of our time? Does it result in us thinking that “nothing happened yesterday?”
Think about it. How much more enjoyable would the drive to work be every morning if you weren’t in a rush? How much more fun would it be to clean that closet or finish off that project you’ve been working on if you weren’t so pressed on time?
Yesterday was a constant rush. Yes, I bought a homeless man a cup of coffee and a donut he wanted at a bakery. Sure, I gave a hug to a woman I had just met, who bared her soul to me. And, I had a glass of wine with one of my favorite people. But the rest, was blur. Here’s what I’m missing:
Time is more precious than all the money in the world.
We all have only 24 hours in a day and we need to find the quiet time for us in that time frame. Since beginning the blog, I get up an hour earlier to write. No one is up and it is me, a computer and my breakfast. It’s amazing. Try it!
I’ve also stopped speeding in my car (ok, too many tickets, but I did stop speeding!). It really has changed my experiences in the car, whether alone or with the kids. And, although I am the master multi-tasker, lately I’ve tried to learn to focus on one thing/person at a time. I think this has improved the quality of my work and my relationships.
So, lots happened yesterday. And, if I had slowed down, maybe more would have occurred. Life is much more pleasant when you take the time to appreciate each and every moment of it. This is not the 100 meter dash. It’s a marathon. I, for one, have to pace myself, breathe, focus, have patience and enjoy the scenery. There’s a long way to go and I don’t want to run out of gas midstream.
Enjoy your Friday!
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