Life it seems, is a constant rush. Do more, but faster. And despite our endless means of preparing, planning and scheduling, there never seems to be enough time. If you look the word rush up in the dictionary it not only speaks to fast movement but it also refers to brutality. Rush: to perform, accomplish, or finish with speed, impetuosity, or violence. I never thought of rushing as an act of violence. But when you really think about it, you see the connection. You’re running late, you rush out the door, you hit traffic and voilà… violence ensues. You are immediately cast in a Quentin Tarantino movie, blaring four letter words even Wikipedia won’t list. Eventually traffic resumes a normal pace and you resume rushing… red faced and depleted.
When did our “to do list” become more like a dissertation and 24/7 refer to what needs to be done, in how many hours? We are not only rushed for time, we are losing it by the minute. We hang “Life is Short” quotes on old barn wood in our houses but it is just a motion, not a motivation. And that list… we keep a back up on a cloud, a constant floating reminder of how much we have left to do. Yay us!
Where is the “slow down” app? That button that allows us to behave leisurely without being lazy. It often seems when we do manage to somehow slow our pace, we do not move at all. It is more of an abrupt halt than a pause. Most likely the result of exhaustion, so even then we do not get to smell the roses. Of course as it turns out, in our haste, we forgot to plant them. Sigh.
It could just be a matter of packing. We can not decelerate when we have such a heavy load. We carry all our luggage around when sometimes just a simple over night bag will do. Maybe it’s time rearrange our path. Lighten our load. Slow our pace. Find our passion and plant the dang flowers…. Hey, then we can check that off our list!