I could probably answer something similar to many of the responses this morning, I could see myself in them, the posts about how we spend way too much time on our smart phones. I’m just as guilty and as I said earlier in a comment, I hate myself for it.
But what got me this morning was the damn automatic stapler on the photocopier at work. I was rushing to print tests for my students and the stapler that’s built into the photocopier had me fuming. It’s so bloody slow! Like hurry up, I’m running late. As usual.
I seem to spend too much time rushing. On the way to work this morning, as I was maneuvering my way through the snowy lanes on the streets, driving like I’m in the Indy 500, I was thinking about how often I am rushing. I told myself to slow down.
I was in a car accident when I was in college. The only one I’ve had in my life so far, knock on wood. I was found only twenty-five percent at fault and the other lady seventy-five percent at fault but really if I had just slowed down and paid attention to the present, it might have been avoided.
I was looking so far ahead, up the road. Not paying attention to what was right in front of me. Hurriedly wanting to get somewhere else, instead of enjoying what was. I needed the next thing to happen, I wanted to get it over with. The drive, the moment, whatever.
Story of my life. I just want what I want when I want it.
My Grade Three teacher wrote on my report card, despite having probably all A+’s, “Carla rushes through her work to be the first one done”. It wasn’t necessarily true, I didn’t want a gold star for beating everyone else, I just want to get the work done and over with.
I’m going to try and focus on slowing down and enjoying. Enjoying the slow-assed stapler that takes way too long to staple my tests. I will try to relax on the drive to work, even if I get stuck behind someone going 38 km/hr where we should be going 50 km/hr.
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