Monday, May 08, 2017
What's the rush?
Back in 1978, just a few months after I bought my first car, I was in a hurry to get to nothing important, I rushed a left hand turn, and clipped fenders with another car. I still don't know where he came from, I never saw him until I heard the fenders bending. I can't remember what I was in a hurry for - it must not have been that important. I flash back to that and remember, I have more time than fenders.
And yet I find myself always in a hurry. Sometimes I have to remind myself that we are all rushing to the grave. I get impatient with people, I fuss when the grocery checker is slow, or the person in front of me in the express lane at airport security is not ready when she gets to the front of the line (what are the amateurs doing in the Pre-check line?) And I seldom need to be in a hurry. I control my calendar, I schedule my travel. I get anxious if I am afraid I am going to be late, so I allow plenty of time, then I fuss if anyone slows me down, on my plan to be early.
When will I relax? - After I am dead - maybe I should try it before then.
Am I wound a little tightly?