I live in South Surrey, which means I drive to and from work amongst crazy drivers. I'm not sure if it's something in the water here, or if there's just a high concentration of people who are on a mission and have places to be. But either way, I see car accidents on a routine basis in my travels, and unfortunately, I was also in a car accident about a week ago.
Don't worry, though. Everyone is okay. Nobody was hurt. But my car was totalled and the other person's car didn't look so great either. The crash really was a direct symptom of being tired and being in a rush; something that happens often at this time of year when we're all trying to juggle work, social outings, shopping, and a whole bunch of other time/energy consuming activities and tasks that demand attendance and completion.
What this accident did for me, though, was wake me up to the reality of how fast I was moving and how counterproductive this was; how I let other peoples' busyness and chaotic living affect the tone of my day and attitude; and, how easy it is to live in a sort of emergency mode where I'm blazing and from place to place trying to be everything and do everything all at the same time.
But seriously: this is not a good way to live one's life. The amount of energy expelled by worrying about a red light or a slow driver is ridiculous. It only piles more on top of the tiredness and stress that is plaguing us in busy seasons, and, it puts ourselves and other people at risk.
Now I'm driving slower. Now I'm talking slower. Now I'm admitting I'm tired and taking a nap instead of running on to the next task or social outing.
I suppose many of us move so fast because we want to be productive, but as I'm learning, being productive isn't always about speed. It's also about being effective; using your time well as compared to trying to bend time to your will.
Life is a marathon. It isn't a sprint.
So why are we sprinting around all the time?