“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” the old saying goes. “Stop and smell the roses,” says another one.
All the time, everywhere I go, all the people I see, everyone seems to be in a hurry–me included. Hurry up, hurry up. Get there, do your thing, and hurry on to the next thing. Rush rush rush.
Oh, and the freeway–how many people do you know that can drive in rush hour and not get frustrated?
It’s killing me, this rushing-around thing. Faster, ever faster. I want to get off the merry-go-round. Who’s keeping me on it, anyway? Only me.
Time is too important to be rushing around all the time, colliding with this and that, being a human pinball.
So for the next few days, until it becomes a habit, my mantra is going to be, “SLOW DOWN”. Drive leisurely (sometimes — I like driving fast), take time with lunch and dinner, lose the franticness that has invaded my life, notice the things that show up–pay attention. I’ve missed too many of the little pleasures that make life enjoyable.
I know most of you know this. I did too. But I lost it somewhere along the way, and now I’ve rediscovered it.
Stop and smell the roses. What a concept.