SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: What is your relationship with speed? What can we do to start believing that we have time? Can you share a personal story of an experience that came from the belief "I have time?"
Hi... great article!
I believe through the years of facing challenging and happy times in life, chasing carreer goals , etc.. having gratitude for the journey helps me stay grounded, thankful and believe there is a time for everything. Ive learnt that i cannot rush the stages in my life, because i will miss the vital lesssons along the way that were meant to equip me to face the stage in my life...
In this belief, you are more patient with yourself, and when you feel you are ready again... your gut will guide your way. the trick is to be still enough to listen to it:-)
How often I have experienced this at work - everyone rushing forward with no time to consider long-term impact, look back at previous iterations or assess feasibility with any depth. In the mad rush to "do" or to "make our mark," often the very purpose for our work is even overlooked. I am grateful for having become more mindful at home.
My first born is a Senior in High School this year. As we filled out college applications and it dawned on me that my baby will be going off to college in fall, my priorities underwent a sea change. "I always have time now" for whenever we are able to spend time together. She sometimes likes to just have a cup of tea with me or we watch HGTV together or cuddle on the sofa; she is finishing up homework and I am sitting at the other side of the dining table..but I am with her. This of course was not the case before; I always had the "to do" list. But once I started believing that I needed to spend time with her," I was able to have time.'
This is the most perfect thing I needed to read at this stage in my life. I can see how I have always tried to do everything in a hurry as if that was the most important thing in the world. I was so impatient with anyone who did not rush and do things quickly like I did. Then my son was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, I lost my job and my whole world came crashing down. I suffered from depression for a long time and that helped me slow down. Reading this has just made me realize that this was my story. I am now living at a lot slower pace and starting to cherish the slowness and appreciate the slowness of others.
This has got me really thinking about how I zoom around,loosing the experience of a moment!Days blend into each other,leaving me with the terrible thought that I miss so many precious moments 'not smelling the roses'
Wow! What a great line: "vulnerabilities...actually give us color and character." What a 180 in our society of success.
Though I can agree with some of the ill effects of speed mentioned by David White, I feel his is a far too gloomy and negative assessment of speed. There are situations were speed is essential. A more balanced assessment would have been better. Perhaps Mr. White and I define speed differently.:)
Most folks comment that my 90-year-old mother-in-law is a role model for all of us. Her calendar is full; she drives to events near and far every day. She is always busy. A younger friend of hers (a mere 75) visited for 3 weeks. She whispered to me, "She never stops to think; she's always going somewhere or doing something. She is rushing, rushing, rushing because she thinks she is always late. But she never really talks with me about important things. I need that, too." I listen and reflect on my own busyness. Time to stop and to watch the birds, the river, and the flowers and to play with the grandchildren. And to say out loud every day to each one how much I love them.
The real tragedy of speed is the false sense of "getting somewhere." Or even, I suppose, that there is anywhere to go.
I come home at the end of the day, unable to decompress, unable to cherish my children or play with my spouse, because I'm confronted withe a to-do list only nominally different from the one I left behind. So I rush through my stories of the day; I rush through listening so that I barely hear. I rush through making dinner so that I often forget the most important ingredient: love.
I want to slow down, but there is anxiety, fear (of what, I'm not sure), that if I sit and enjoy... I might actually sit and enjoy.
That's very beautifully put, The odd irony is that we all do recognize the unnamed race we seem to be on at a conscious level but seem incapable of slowing down. It needs a deliberate effort to slow down, like friction stopping a moving object we need something to slow us down, may be it's finding the source of friction that we are willing to trade off against the speed is the real challenge, not the race it self.
Wow! Whyte's writing is fantastic. I didn't know how dumb I was until I read this. Previously I thought I was smarter by going faster. Even in conversations of various sorts I too often want to get to the heart of the matter very quickly. After reading this article I now more clearly realize that being patient is getting to the hearts of all matters. Being patient helps one be peaceful and compassionate. I don't seem to recall an experience that came from the belief: "I have time" I have been reading Awakin articles for a couple of years, and I now believe that this one will probably help me the most.. Most of my accomplishments came from doing things quickly but those were done at the expense of being impatient and non-compassionate. You have my deep gratitude for giving me the opportunity to read this and to respond. Warm and kind regards to everyone.