Friday, 28 January 2011
Life in the middle lane..
It struck me today whilst driving on the motorway that I'm always in a rush. Often it's rushing to get to work even though I don't want to go, or rushing home so that I have enough time to cook for everyone and get baby in bed at a decent hour before settling down to my own work or projects. This morning it was rushing to get Babyzoid to nursery (yes, she has her own commute even when I'm off work)then rushing back to make my doctor's appointment. And it's not that I'm massively breaking speed limits or anything (well, maybe sometimes *cough*) it's just that I'm always torn between feeling that I need to go faster and that I need to slow down. So I seem to spend life in the middle lane, wishing that I had the balls and the energy to join the speedy gonzales because then I might gain back a few precious minutes. Conversely I look with envy at those cruising along looking like they haven't a care in the world - Sunday Drivers, my Mother calls them.
So how does one escape this unsatisfying life in the middle lane? I'm not sure I have any of the answers to that, but I do think there is something to be said for living life in the moment. For instance, when I am in the car driving to where I need to be, there is no point trying to speed up time, fretting that I am not there already. If I'm behind schedule, so be it. Things happen. Let's just roll with it. I'll have no choice anyway seeing as how I've just had my Citalopram dosage increased. I can already feel the effects as I'm struggling to focus on this blog post today (sorry if it's waffly!) so best just slow down and resist the temptation to pull out into the fast lane, and stop envying the grandads in the slow lane. And the same goes for the rest of life. There's so much I want right NOW, but it's a waste of the week if you spend the whole of it wishing for the weekend. Enjoy the journey, not just the destination. Yep, middle-lane drifting. Infuriating to all around, but I think that's the way forward!
*The author of this piece would like to apologise sincerely for over-use of brackets and the over-egging of road-metaphors like some two-bit quack self-help guru* (Yeah, sorry bout that). Doh!