I have a post-it at my desk that says "Don't let anyone rush me." I've been letting people do this for years, to the point where I was rushing myself. Rushing to meet deadlines, to meet expectations, to be somewhere else.
I felt rushed folding laundry the other day. I had no deadline, it was just an old habit. "There's no need to rush," I reminded myself. Once I slowed down and the pressure eased, the whole process of folding laundry became a pleasure.
Urgency is an energy leak. A thief that robs me of joy.
When I was younger I never wanted to be the old lady who counts her coins carefully at the checkout and holds up the line. I was young and had places to be. Now I am that old lady. It helps to be older. I don't care as much about what other people think. When I take my time to count the change or package my groceries, I'm not holding up the line, I'm preserving my energy, my boundaries and my peace.
