Our knuckle turn white as we grip the wheel. Tension is building as we notice the traffic up ahead is slowing down. QUICK! There’s an opening. Drivers honk at our maneuvers. “Honk away buddy, I’m leaving you in the dust.” As we slide through another opening we are back into the fast lane that some idiot had congested all because he couldn’t find the accelerator. Time to hammer down and beat the clock. Reaching our exit we merge in with traffic. Actually we just keep pulling over. “They’ll stop for us.” It’s down the road a few more blocks. We zig zag leaving everyone behind. “Amateurs”. Finally getting to our parking lot we head up front and back into our usual spot. “Five minutes late.” As we proceed to our desk we are sweating bullets whether or not the boss noticed our late arrival. Then it hits us. “I didn’t see the receptionist.” We look around. “Nobody’s here. Why isn’t anyone here? It’s Monday.” Looking at the calendar we notice the words MEMORIAL DAY. All of that rushing, all for nothing. All of that stress, for what? So that we could be here on time ( we weren’t ), and get started on today’s agenda. As we set in our chair we realize just how foolish that drive into work was. We cut people off. Made it harder for others to enjoy their drive. All of this done for the sake of beating the clock. Are we living our whole life like this? Are we fast forwarding everything for the sake of progress. When do we get to stop and smell the roses? When do we get to enjoy life?
Well, there’s only one thing to do. Drive home. Maybe this time we can slow down and enjoy the ride. On the way back, we think about what caused our state of mind. What made us want to hurry? We were late, but why? Doesn’t everyone stay up until 1 in the morning and wake up at 8:30 a.m. in order get to work at 9 a.m.? That does sound rushed. Speaking of rushed, driving the speed limit is actually nice. It kind of goes with the music on the radio. So what if cars are passing, maybe they’re late. Maybe they are doing what we just did. Happy Memorial Day idiots.
I’m sure we have, at one time or another, been guilty of rushing to work. There is nothing wrong with it until we become a hazard to others. What other areas are we always rushing? Are we constantly telling our kids to “hurry up, we’ll be late”? What message does that send to them? Hurry with the house work, hurry with the reports, hurry to work, hurry shopping, just hurry up. Why? We’ll get there. Start early and pace yourself. We need to learn to work at a relaxed pace. Even fast movements can have a rhythmic pace that is relaxing. How? Listen to the “Flight of the Bumble Bee” and you will notice that even in this fast pace song there are parts that are at a mellow pace. Everything doesn’t have to be fast pace. Sure, if I’m in the back of an ambulance, I would want the driver to hurry up. But, we are not ambulance drivers now are we? Most likely not.
Learn to kick it down a notch. There’s no need to add more stress to our daily lives. Everything can be done at a relaxed pace. Breath. Start early so that you can enjoy the time spent. When you slow down you will notice everyone that is rushing. I often smile to myself thinking “That use to be me.” I have also found that I have more time for myself. It sounds odd but it’s true. I do go to bed early, and I wake up early. I log on and watch the world wake up time zone by time zone. It is an amazing sight to behold. My drive to work is the speed limit. I do use the cruise control to set my pace. I count the cars that pass me. Yes, I do have fun driving to work. Life is to short to be in a hurry. I would hate for death to be in a hurry, so why should I be.
Thanks for taking the time to read, and may we always have time to slow down and smile.