Some days it feels like there are just never enough hours to get it all done. For years I have found myself saying, “I wish I had more time.” And, “I don’t have enough time.” This perspective not only creates a world in which I find myself rushing from here to there, it also is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Sure, there are days when I would have liked to accomplish more, but in rushing through the tasks I find I am less fulfilled in the end. Recently I read that if you want to do something fast, do it slow. This philosophy reinforces the teaching that to be mindful of what you are doing while you are doing it enables you to do a better job and to not have to go back and do it all over again. In the same vein, I have also heard that though multi-tasking appears as if a whole bunch is getting done at one time, it also steals from the person a sense of calm and presence that eventually turns into perpetual stress, which in turn can shorten a life dramatically. Truth be told even though I have many times wished there were more hours in the day I prefer going slow and enjoying being present with the task at hand. Though I am a good multi-tasker and I can easily move fast through the many tasks of the day, I am learning to go slow in order to get it done faster. And though none of these slow steps do much to add more hours to the day, they add more hours to my time spent in ease and peace as opposed to stress. Slower steps from here to there, slower thoughts as I write this piece, slower chewing as I eat my meals, slower thinking when in conversation with beloveds, slower driving while on the road all will eventually lead to a longer more satisfying life, in which much much more can be accomplished. This is the hope at least, and what I am working on today.
I hope you enjoy a slow Sunday evening and the sweet calm moments it gifts to you.
With Love, Always, For Giving, In All Ways,