Hmmmm, let me absorb that. Mommy, there’s no rush.
He was right.
We were pulling out of the driveway and I was in a tizzy because we were running late. But really, late for what? We weren’t heading to some save-the-world meeting, we weren’t en route to assist in an emergency. We weren’t even heading to kindergarten.
But this is what happens to me: I seem to get into a mild state of anxiety as soon as I think I’m late for something or someone. Doesn’t really matter how minor the situation is. I can almost feel my pulse speed up and my irritation factor go up a notch.
Is that what most of us do these days? Rush through our schedules – and life – on auto pilot? Run around here and there, check email and voicemail ridiculously often, juggle the various aspects of daily life – instead of focusing on what’s actually happening in the moment?
Anyway, there I was, feeling late, and BAM! My son brought me right back to where I was supposed to be… the present. It was an important reminder.
So, instead of worrying about where I’m headed or where I’ve been, or what I may do later or have already done, I’m going to focus – or try very hard, at least – on where I am and what I am doing. Right here, right now.
It’s time to look at what’s right in front of me. A child wanting to play. A friend needing an ear. A star-filled sky.
Enjoy it – this moment will never be back.
And hey, there’s no rush.
What about you – are you always in a hurry? (How) do you remind yourself to slow down and notice what’s happening “in the moment?” I’d love to hear from you!