So you may be wondering, â€˜is she posing this question to the outside world, or to herself?â€™ After all, I have been known, on one or more occasions, to be in just a tad bit of a rush as I go through my days. Allow me to indulge in a few old â€˜happy fridayâ€™ excerpts to illustrate.
a typical morning while working 9-5:
Â ‘â€¦your alarm goes off, you can’t believe it’s been a whole night, you press snooze a few times before you absolutely have to get up â€“ feeling totally under slept regardless what time you went to bed the night before â€“ make coffee if there’s time, grab a banana if you can, reach for your badge and your keys before rushing out the door trying not to make too much noise for the neighbours as it slams shut behind you. You then make your way running down the street, your jacket catching so much wind it not only becomes annoying but slows you down because you didn’t have time to do up the zipper, take care not to get run over by any cars (which almost happened to me this week by the way, and endured instead a very audible screech and the wrath of a very angry driver…oops), and if you’re lucky reach the train just in time to get your hand or your bag in the door before it closes on you completely and leaves you in its dust. So you make it on, huffing and puffing, then desperately try to make yourself inconspicuous and melt into the background to deal with the runny nose that’s developed out of running in the cold. You find no available seat, lovely â€“ thus forcing you to stand in the entranceway in all your glory, disheveled hair to boot, coat still wide open, to be scrutinized by all on the train. Why do Germans have to be so efficient and as consequent as they are? They must think me an absolute nutcaseâ€¦’
squeezing in a morning treat:
‘The well-intentioned plan was to leave the house at 8:10, giving ample time to organize our little morning treat. 8:19, and I’m running out the door. I make an U-bahn (subway), cheat and take it only only stop, saving about a 7-minute walk. I have about 4.5 minutes at the bakery if I want to make this Zahnradbahn (hill-climbing tooth train). If there’s no line, I just may do it. I decide to take the risk. The thought of those mini laugencroissants is just too tempting to give up without a fight. I walk in. I’m not running, but I’m also definitely not sauntering. Only one woman there and she has already ordered. It’s my lucky day. The woman behind the counter gives me a smile, and says something to the effect of “Itâ€™s okay, we’re open until 8 o’clock tonight, but I suppose you are in a bit more of a rush”. I smile, give a little laugh, and then courteously but commandingly place my order. I guess my frantic demeanor was obvious from the get-go. She didn’t waste any time, got the coffee machine going, placed the two delicately-baked goods into one of the delicious looking bakery bags, and proceeds to get a little to-go pack ready. “Zucker?” “Nein, Danke schÃ¶n.” She throws in a handful of these lovely little biscotti-type-cookie things in the shape of flowers for good measure, carefully places the cups in the bag, and hands it over. I give another “thank you very much, and have a great day!” as I’m halfway out the door. I guess she could tell by my German I was no native speaker, and she hollers kindly and gently after me, “Slowly, slowly, slowly!” Â
Slowly, slowly, slowy. I repeated this to myself as I walked, not ran, onto the train with a minute to spare. Pretty good advice, I must sayâ€¦’
Itâ€™s true, I have been known to be in a bit of a rush. And not just when it comes to catching trains or squeezing in coffee. I also want things to happen in my life — to get somewhere, to be someone — like, yesterday. And whatâ€™s ironic, is that my thinking is, if only I can squeeze in just one more thing, cross off just one more item, Iâ€™ll be maximizing my time, maximizing my life. When in fact, the opposite more often occurs. If I am always rushing, am I even giving myself time to experience? To enjoy? To smell the roses? Because that is what maximizing is all about. Not rushing through each moment, but instead savouring each moment.
Whatâ€™s the rush? This is life. This moment. Right here, right now. Where am I rushing to get to, if living is right here?
So the impetus for this discussion comes from my desire to have launched my new companyâ€™s website before my birthday. Why? Because starting at 31 sounds soo much better than starting at 32, right?!? In any event, it was live at that time, so I somewhat met my goal. However, I was not, and am still not quite ready for the grand launch. Whatâ€™s the rush, right?
True. But, soon enough! I am going to announce the launch for next Friday, February 15th. So countdown begins today! One more week! Start to get excitedâ€¦ this is BIG news!!!
Happy Friday, enjoy your weekend (sans rushing!) and have a FAB week!