I have found myself slowly slowing down lately. Rushing syndrome! I don’t know if it’s a thing but, I have suffered in a big way for a long time. I will be driving home from say Hockey and my mind is literally going 15 mins to get home 5 to light the fire, 5 to get the washing in. Dinner needs to be done by 6.45. Every morning I tell my kids they will make me late for work. I work for myself FFS I set my own start time. Why don’t I just make it 15 minutes later. Will we all fall over if dinner is 20 minutes later that my again self imposed time? I doubt it. Do I need to jump when someone says they can’t find something as though I need to set a world record .
So I have been pushing myself to slow down, take more time, not feel as though I am rushing.
It felt ugly and hard and like I was forcing myself to walk around naked to start with but I am slowly getting more into it and actually enjoying the time that things take without a time frame to stick to. This morning I got up and made cheese and bacon scones for breakfast, something that in the past I would have declared there no time for on a weekday. We had plenty of time and it was nice having everyone eat together rather than all at seperate times.
I’m finding it crazy how tasks seem to take less time when I don’t rush than when I do…a strange parallel universe of time perhaps. Weird but I’ll take it!
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