Hurry! Hurry! Is it just that time of year or is it always that way? I find that when I rush, rush, rush, I enjoy life less. Is that true for everyone? How does it happen? Am I trying to pack too much in to one hour, one day, one week, one year? What if I just said, “No. I will do less today.” I’ve tried this and it requires quite a bit of self-discipline. What happens, though, when I do less, is that I’m less rushed. When I’m less rushed I can slow down, smell the flowers, and think. I’m freer to enjoy the moment.
If we’re all rushing around (and I’m making an assumption here that I’m not alone in this behavior) doing, doing, doing, then when do we stop to think and to enjoy? What are we rushing for? Does the person who accomplishes the most win? Is there a prize?