What's the Rush?

Sometimes I think about all the time in my life I’ve spent rushing. Years were spent shuttling to and from the airport, to the office, fetching children, grocery shopping, getting to appointments, trapped in meetings while deadlines loomed. All of that has…stopped.

I’ve chosen slow. I get to decide the texture of my days. No rushing now.

The pace on our boat voyage is more in rhythm with nature. Tuned to simple syncopation. In flow…quite literally. My tolerance for chaos and drama is zero. 

Without all the hurry and the busyness (its no coincidence that work is called business) that once consumed me, I have the soul space to notice small things. It takes so much less to entertain me (and I am still the same restless doer), but I  can actually feel a pulse of energy flowing inside me that is good and positive. Time still ticks away, just like always, but it doesn’t grab hold of me, causing me stress. Boat life has its challenges for sure, but when everything is humming along, it’s deeply satisfying. 

Time crosses some sort of threshold when you’re surrounded by water moving through space. I don’t waste energy looking back or fretting about the future. I’m present in a way that actually feels sustainable, not fleeting. None of us knows what’s around the corner, so my advice: don’t waste precious time making up stories about it. Just embrace it. Be grateful. Individually or together we can get through anything—storms and fair weather …and begin to live life with less resistance and more joy.