On Rushing

Rushing, zipping from event to event, place to place,  deadline to deadline. I don’t want to go back to that.

I want to be in the individual moments and not rushing to get to the next one.

I am typing slow, so I can listen to the sound of my fingers touching the keys.

But there are still places to go, deadlines to meet, people to see, circumstances to navigate.

I can go through them differently. I don’t have to tell every negative story that surfaces in my mind.

I can acknowledge my feelings, and instead of criticizing myself or them,

I can ask them questions.

What are you here to teach me?

What do I need to get back to?

Do I need to heal or repair?

Do I need to seek more?

Listen for the answer, but then realizes who is given them. I am giving the answer to my

Questions and I can work my way towards help, or I can move towards service.
There is time for both. We need help; we need comforting, at times. At other times we need to

Serve, contribute, to help others when they need comfort and support.

We do this one moment at a time. One minute at a time. Sixty seconds at a time.

Then we can say thank you. For what we have. We can mourn that which we lost. We can hope

For what is to come.

Perhaps slow can be a solution and not a problem.

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