Do you ever catch yourself rushing through your life? Do you ever stop to wonder why you feel the need to rush?
I rush out of habit, even though these days I have much less need for haste.
On Friday morning, I got up just before 6am and headed downstairs for my daily ritual of making a cup of tea. As the kettle boiled I wondered why, on these days when I have no need to leave the house early, I find it so much easier to get out of bed? The previous morning when I’d needed to head to work at 7:30am to go to my teaching job, I’d found it immensely difficult to drag myself out of bed, and yet here I was making tea at 5:56am when my first online meeting of the day was scheduled for 10:30am. There’s some strange psychology at work there and perhaps that’s to be delved into another time.