The world is in a hurry. We need alarm clocks that we shut off and ignore, then race around and fly out the door. We speed to work, hustle to our positions then cram as much in as we can only to leave a pile of work left undone and waiting for tomorrow. We get back into the car and hurry home. We hurry through dinner, hurry through the mail, hurry through the conversations with our loved ones as we multitask the laundry, the housework, and paying the bills. We fall into bed way too late and then wonder why we can't fall asleep: our minds still whirling from all the things on the list we didn't get to. Is it a wonder that we all aren't sick? Is it a wonder that we all aren't tired? Is it a wonder that our lives pass us by and we suddenly turn around and realize, we hurried through the best part of our existence?

I don't hurry too well anymore. I have to start earlier in the morning than I used to. I finally figured out that if I have to hurry, I begin the day in a tizz. Tizz no longer works well on me. It makes me irritable, cranky and just plain mean. Not the woman I choose to be.

I don't multitask as well as I used to. I get a little distracted now by the really important things. So what if there is dust on the tables, I am reading a really good book and the next chapter promises to be a doozy. I choose to be intellectually stimulated, housework can wait.

		We are always doing something…talking,
		reading, listening to music, planning what
		is next.  The mind is kept naggingly busy
		on some easy, unimportant, external thing
		all day.                                -Brenda Ueland

I make better choices these days. Interruptions that once infuriated me no longer have their hold over me. I am the master of my time. I finally figured out that when I seem to be getting in a hurry I just need to step aside and get out of my own way……let that driven demon of accomplishment play through……I have a nap to take.