I would Have Missed That

Yesterday I wrote about hurry.   I have continued reading something on it and what was said made so much sense to me. “Through slowing down we intentionally develop margins in our lives that leave us open to the present moment.”
I know I have been a slave to hurry.  For years the train to work was time to work on other things.  Work was work and I ensured I was actively engaged.  At each break I would work on other things and the journey home was a time of more work.
It is only now, (and better late then never I say) I see the value of standing still, of going apart from the crowd and having  a rest.
I really loved what I was reading.  The author was suggesting ways of slowing down and he mentioned one thing I thought was great.  He said he sometimes deliberately gets in a longer que.  I have never done that and actually found that so often the other que moves faster.  Yet he said he saw things he would have missed.  Like the mum and kids with their hands full, or the old lady having trouble with her change and helping her out.
I like that because going slower often reveals what really matters.  I am a firm believer in the fact that what I achieve is important but secondary to who I have gotten to know and assisted.
It is funny how when Merril and I are stuck in traffic we often say, “I would have missed that.”  Often it only by slowing down I see.
It has hit me in recent times how I was adhering to a quick timetable of my own making.  Growth takes time.  A child grows into an adult at a pace that cannot be hurried.  I may want instant results, but more is often achieved by allowing the time for a matter to take its course.
The desire for a particular result does not change but the methodology does.  I reckon it is a good thing to sometimes say to myself, “relax.”