Hurry, Hurry, Hurry

I have a condition.  It's called hurryitis.  I used to be OK with it, because I was truly busy. At one point, I had a full time job, a part time job and a free lance writing job--all at the same time.  On top of a hefty church calling.  I felt OK (see: rationalization) being in a hurry because I had to pack a lot in my day.

Unfortunately, the three jobs are not an issue during my maternity leave, but the condition remains the same!  I am so used to rushing around like a mad woman that it hasn't stopped.

Yesterday me and the lil man took a stroll to a local grocery store that's just a few blocks away.  It was a beautiful day!  Once I got to the store (I only needed one thing) I slowly perused the isles killing time because I was enjoying being out of the house.

However, once I hit the check out lines it was game on.  I instantly started scanning everyone's carts.  Which line could possibly get me out of here the soonest?  Then, when I picked what I thought was the 'winning' line, I was sorely disappointed by the 'slow poke' in front of me.  I started getting so bugged.  Annoyed.  Almost twitching.  

And then it hit me.  What the heck is my hurry?  What do I have to get home to?  I started racking my brain.  There must be something important and radically life changing waiting for me and that is why I feel this sudden urge to ram my cart into his.  Let's think.  Um....dishes?  

That's right?  I had nothing to run home to.  Hubs wasn't due home for about 5 hours and the babe was with me fed, changed and happy.  What was my panic?  

Wasn't I just killing time a few minutes before as I leisurely walked the isles?  

But, ah, how habits die hard.  

It seriously took me a few minutes to calm myself down.

I walked home a little bit differently.  I actually looked around at my surroundings.  Even noticed a light pole I never had (sad--as I've lived here for 3.5 years).  

It was a great reminder, that I need to enjoy my maternity leave, and life in general.  Being in a rush only really bothers and upsets you and doesn't necessarily always change your circumstances.

I was grateful for this thought as I want to make sure to enjoy as much as possible with Carter.  Sadly, I sometimes feel like being in a hurry there too.  If only he'd....sleep through the night....sit up on his own...entertain himself so I can get (insert mundane stupid thing that I prioritize too high and stress about far too much).

Let's enjoy our lines, enjoy the traffic and just be glad to be alive!  The things that we want to get to will still be there (fortunately or unfortunately).  For me, the dishes were still there.  Dang it.

Image taken from here.