It’s a product of where I live — this hustle and bustle pace. While it’s one thing to push hard in a marathon when trying to meet a time goal, it’s another thing to live in this constant state of racing-the-clock. I should be used to it…but I’m not.
My life has been in a constant state of fast-forward from the moment my suitcase landed on the front steps. It’s really no different from the norm; it just took getting away from it to appreciate the difference.
Within the first few hours of coming home, I picked up my new eyeglasses, drove to the Federal Express office to pick up a package, got YaYa at school, picked up the dogs from the kennel, and went to a mandatory lecture at the church. I went to bed exhausted and awoke soon after, or so it seemed.
My alarm clock gave me a rather rude awakening. Rush, rush, rush… It seems that this entire week we have been running behind schedule. No matter how hard we try to beat the clock, something always slows us down: missing uniform sweatshirt, broken shoelace, or dog puke. On the road, the cars move too slow and the lights turn red just as I’m nearing the intersection. I’m stopped but time keeps ticking on, and on, and on…
Meanwhile, my calendar of events keeps filling up, and I have yet to buy one Christmas present. *sigh*
I’m not complaining — really — I’m just saying. After all, I choose to live here. Still, the pace does make running a marathon seem like a nice break. Certainly, GREAT company on the run, beautiful scenary, and a steady infusion of endorphins helps.
Here’s hoping that I can get a few things done this weekend. Have a great one everyone!
Hope the clock slows and those little frustrations free up for you this weekend!! Hugs!
I too feel like I’m racing a clock… and i don’t run marathons. Some days I wonder why I’m trying so hard. Other days I’m worried it’s not enough and I’m really fighting some sort of battle I can’t win. The days I’m not too tired and not thinking about how hard it all is are probably the best, cause I’m riding the high, like the top of a wave… this weekend I’ll be sitting quietly with my kids by a fire, wishing I could be doing this all the time.
The other reality about living “here” is that you can buy absolutely anything you want or think you need and therefore it seems like I am always “in need” of something. I just wonder what it would be like to live in a remote place where you couldn’t get to every big box store in the country within 20 minutes and just had to do without. I suspect it would be both serene and very inexpensive.