Rush no more
Time is very much valued in my books so I hate wasting it. Not just mine, I hate wasting other people’s time too. And I expect people to do the same.
I don’t like to delay something that could be done now. Like, the faster I get it done, the sooner I can relax and slack off, pretending to be a laid-back person who isn’t secretly a total stress ball.
But here’s the thing: I rush everything. You need me to do something? Done! If I delegated a task to someone else, I’ll be waiting impatiently for them to get it done, without the need of a follow up.
Even if it’s not actually urgent, I’ve convinced myself that it is. So show me some initiative, finish the work and get back to me. Because that’s how I operate.
I’d like to think it has something to do with being the eldest child, who almost always assumes responsibility over everything.
But you know what, here’s what I realize: life is not an emergency.
I know, I know, it’s not exactly brand new information. But somehow, it still hits hard every time. Life isn’t meant to be lived in fast-forward. It isn’t a race. And the finish line isn’t fun, anyway, is it?
I’m guilty of tagging everything as urgent. In my pursuit of perfection and productivity, I forgot to just be.
How ironic that I value time so much but I end up wasting it on things that don’t really matter. I’ve been focusing on what I need to do rather than how I want to live. During the process, I morphed into a human doing rather than a human being. And I think it’s time to change that.