I hope everyone is doing well and adjusting to the cooler, fall weather. Summer temps definitely hung around for a while which was nice and fall took its time. Wouldn't it be nice if we all took our time and slowed down?
Those words have been coming up so much in my head, out loud and in conversations with others so I felt the need to write about it.
Life goes by so fast. Why are we rushing?
Rushing to get places. Rushing to leave places.
Rushing to get the new fashion trend. Buying the latest and greatest. The biggest and the best.
Not thinking long and hard before accepting a job offer.
Taking on more sports, fitting it in to one season.
Running non-stop and constantly checking our phones, emails and social media.
Everyday seems to be a traffic jam during rush hour.
Do I go the speed limit on a daily basis? No.
Did I get scared? Yes
Did I get a warning? FUCK YES
I am not talking about driving a car. I am talking about life. Daily life.
Our society rushes through life. It starts early. Even before technology.
We can't wait to get out of grammar school, can't wait to drive, can't wait to turn 21, can't wait to get engaged, can't wait for the wedding, can't wait for the first house, can't wait for to get prego, can't wait for a bigger house, can't wait for the second baby so baby number one won't be lonely and it doesn't matter if we have no money because we are speeding through life and we must do what everyone else is doing.
Then the family is set and the house is bigger. Not because we NEED a 5,000 sf house for a family of four because we need the biggest and the best. Then we can't wait until the kids can feed themselves, can't wait for them to go to school full time so mommy can get her body back and have a few hours to get things done. We can't wait until our husband gets home. Not to have sex with him but to have some time alone or go out with the girls and have wine.
The kids are now driving and we couldn't wait for them to get their license so we don't have to play cab driver anymore.
Next thing you know, the house is empty, kids in college and you can't wait for them to graduate and get a job, meet their love, get married and have kids so you can be a grandparent.
We just rushed through life.
WTF just happened? We rushed through life and our kids are going to do the same and it becomes a vicious cycle. Rushing. Speeding. Flying through life.
It has been a eye opener the last few weeks. Constantly going. Keep going. Don't stop. Won't stop. It is nothing new to me thou. My entire life. I am not a couch potato. Never was. Never will be. But I need to know when to SLOW DOWN. I rush. We all do. Rush to get kids to school, rush to work, rush home, rush to feed family, rush to get kids to sports, meetings, so much rushing. Why? For what? Really think about it. Can Johnny Boy be five minutes late for the Recreation Soccer Practice? Did you pay for him to play? Is he on the Celtics and getting paid millions? Will he get fined? Enjoy your dinner. Take time to taste it and not see it on the soccer field. Don't do 40 in a 25 to get Sally Jane to Field Hockey at the High School. Maybe start dinner early or teach Sally how to start dinner for you.
You may get a WARNING!
I tell everyone in class to listen to their body. I needed to do the same. And I did.
Two weeks ago.
A strange, numbing feeling in my left shoulder blade. It would come and go.
Then the heart beat. The fast heartbeat.
Telling no one. No phone calls. No text messages.
I stayed up all night. Taking baby aspirins and praying that I wasn't going to have a heart attack. It can happen to anyone. My grandfather died at 42. It was in my head. Shit. I take vitamins, I eat well. Shit!!! I am a fucking yoga instructor. This can't be.
Drove the kids to school the next morning and went straight to the ER. I was hooked up to machines within minutes.
Results back. Heart good.
But, not 100% good.
"Your Pleura is inflamed". Pleura?
Now, I am not a nurse or a doctor and really don;t know that much but I thought they just did blood work and EKG and my legs were not in stirrups. PLEURA just sounds so gynecological. Pleura is a membrane consisting of tissue that lines the inner side of the chest cavity and a layer of tissue around the lungs.
This could have been caused by pneumonia and I never knew I had it because I can't slow the fuck down. I do recall one day I didn't feel right. I did everything I normally do. Green Tea, Essential Oils and lots of water. I felt fine. Back to normal.I kept going as I always do ( BTW, essential oils are a LIFE SAVER.)
Am I "burning out"? FUCK NO.
Do I need to SLOW DOWN? FUCK YES.
What have I been doing?
Putting my feet up.
Diffusing Essential Oils.
Getting Fresh Air.
Being a mom.
Really, nothing different, but SLOWING THE FUCK DOWN. Not rushing to get to the next moment.
"Surrender to the Moment". Accept what is. The present moment is all we really have. Yet we"re so busy rushing ahead and planning, we are never able to enjoy the moment.-Eckhard Tolle
What does this quote mean? Stop rushing. Surrendering the mind is self-mortification.
Always Remember Good Things Take Time!
Let's not look back on days, weeks or months and wonder where it all went.-
Enjoy what is in front of you and take your time doing it, and do it well.
Put Your Feet up
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Simon and Garfunkel