I love it when after I’m cut off in traffic, I get up close and personal on the offending Volkswagen and read the stickers affixed to the crumbling bumper: coexist and paradigms for peace. Even hipsters are in a rush. Is being one car ahead going to make a difference? Is one minute? Five?
Being present seems to be as elusive as a Mafioso at tax time.
The rush hits us all. Talking to friends and family is a sure discussion on their lists of to-do’s and overwhlem-ed-ness. Just listening to someone else’s list gets my heart racing. Maybe it’s a sign of the information age. Needing to unplug from the world, I find myself in a quandary; Staying in touch with family/friends/the world in general, versus peace and quiet within and without. Both sound scary, don’t they? There must be a middle ground. I will continue to mine for the artful “coexist.”
I cannot be accused of rushing when it comes to my novel writing. I don’t even want to hazard a guess as to when I started my current project. With distractions becoming my mainstay, I will have to do something drastic to get back on track. In the past I’ve mentioned motivation and negative rewards to help me through tough times. Remember; “No wine or chocolate until I finish a chapter?” Well, that didn’t work.
Perhaps a lesson from those hipsters? Maybe I can coexist whilst I cut off people in traffic, mowing down my distractions, turning on my razor-sharp focus; consequences be damned. Just watch out for me on the road. I will be the one with the chocolate bar in hand, and box of wine on the back seat.
What’s your rush?