I miss the good ole days when I didn't feel like everything was a race. When we didn't work our tails off to have so much stuff that we had to have monthly storage spaces.
We used to take time to smell the roses, now we buy rose scented air fresheners with automatic fans to blow the scent around.
I am currently reading Tom Sawyer (and Dr Phil) and I am struck by the slow pace of the world Twain depicts. People worked a lot harder then, but they did not feel the need to fill every moment with work.
I haven’t read Tom Sawyer in 30 years or so and the book reminds me that I can’t remember anything being fast when I was a kid. It used to take a year from one birthday to another and it seemed like Christmas wouldn’t come till sometime after you were dead. I am also struck by how wonderful Twain’s voice was; I hope that I was influenced by his style. He illustrates the simple pleasures of life in the scene where Tom and one of his school boy chums have a game of Pong with a tick. They are amused forever by whacking the bug around with pins. I wish I could get back to that kind of calm. I don't know how I got to where I am bored watching TV, reading a book and eating at the same time? I have a weird need to always be doing something, and it seems I get less and less done.
There are so many things I want to do, but I want to enjoy doing them. I want to be able to really experience each thing and not just move from event to event, task to task, book to book, so that I can cross them off my list.
So, my new plan is to read one book at a time, do one task at a time, and live one event at a time. I want to rewire my brain back to when I subconsciously understood that not doing something is doing something. Take care and slow down.