I was running late. I was scrambling to get to a meeting. I was rushing like a crazy woman.
Running around the corner to the steps I stubbed my toe on the book case. I hit it with such force, I both swore and knocked a picture to the floor.
"Ugh!! I am so late!" I said outloud as I picked the picture up.
I sat on the steps and stared at my parents as my toe began its throbbing ache. (Or was that the ache in my heart?)
In those few moments I thought about time.
Rushing is a waste of time.
Rushing makes us clumsy. Dealing with clumsy takes even more time.
When we do one thing at a time and
When we are present to that one thing,
We actually become more efficient.
A meaningful life is simply made up of meaningful moments.
Rushing creates a busy life but rarely a meaningful one.
Next time you are running late:
Stop rushing.
Take a breath.
Do one thing at time.
Make each thing meaningful.
The world doesn't end if you are late to something.
Your world ends when you miss the present moment.
Blessings,
Virginia
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