Yesterday my son pointed out to me, I have a tendency to rush through happy moments. Oh, I've been told this before. Rush, rush, rush. . . is the name of the game.
So much to do. Well, that is a matter of choice.
Ed and I went to color eggs with our granddaughters yesterday. It was pointed out to me, I never sit down and relax. At first I fought it, argued my point, then had to concede.
I eat standing up. Always running to the next thing. Remembering bosses who said "Time for leaning is time for cleaning." A father who stressed productivity as our value in life. I bought it all, hook, line and sinker.
I sat down. It was so much fun watching little Scarlett throw her egg into a bowl her mom set out for her. She and the egg covered with a delightful shade of purple. Miss Chloe ending up with a green hand, reminding me of her father's first Halloween as the Incredible Hulk, green for a week.
Now this morning, seeing this quote, I felt a twinge of regret over the constant need to be productive. I think a lot of people, women in particular, have this overwhelming feeling of need, to be doing, giving, producing. I see it daily at work. Women with new hips, broken arms, lamenting the stillness forced upon them while healing.
Why is it so hard for so many of us to be still? We, I, miss out on so much joy. The world spins past me as I move on to the next task. So, this morning I am sitting here enjoying a cup of tea, pondering as I write. What will today hold? Will I be able to relish the moments? or rush through it? We'll see.
Fantasizing the freedom to enjoy each moment without stressing about the next.