If I didn’t know better myself I would think I’m training for some sort of marathon. ALL THE TIME. I’m not. Though I do enjoy the occasional 5k and I can definitely get down with a long run and even a training schedule, I don’t think I’m a distance runner. So why then would I think I’m training for some sort of marathon, because I’m seriously all about speed. Like moving faster, finishing faster, getting where I’m going next FASTER.
It’s starting to exhaust me. Feeling like I’m in a rush, in a race, all of the time. I’m getting run down and tired and to always be in a race with no finish line totally sucks. I don’t know where all this pressure even comes from. I have always had it though, I’ve gone through 18 years of formal education and I never once wasn’t one of the first five people to finish a test (note not top 5 oh no I’ve been much lower than that plenty of times 🙂 FIRST FIVE. I’m in a rush.
I’ve always loved the song “Feeling Groovy” by Simon and Garfunkel (in fact I just love them in general) I’ve never been able to quite do it though. So now I’m going to try it. I’m tired of rushing. I rush home. I rush to work. I rush to get this thing or that thing done. I’m not in a race. Nobody’s taking stock of my hours or minutes or how quickly or slowly I accomplish things. So I’m going to slow down, I’m moving too fast. Plus I have these two little boys and they won’t be little long. So I shouldn’t rush it.
Who’s with me? Let’s slow down.