Chronic Urgency-- Let It Go (Copy)

Yesterday, while in a flurry of unfocused, superfluous activity I asked myself, “What if you were not in such a hurry? How would it feel if you took your time?” I guaranteed myself it would be a much different existence. So I took a deep breath, my first line of defense in every stressful situation, and it was validated once again that breath is a potent tool for good.

I witness many who, along with me, suffer from this affliction I call— Chronic Urgency— the self-imposed demand that everything must get done sooner than we are actually capable of doing it, and there can be nothing left hanging. I got news for all of us— there are always things left hanging. It’s part of the package. Ironically the Chronic Urgency mindset means very little ever gets done well, as the surging energy goes into the immanency rather than the holistic completion of whatever task is at hand. So take a breath right now, and know it will all get done— eventually.

Tricia

Chronic Urgency-- Let It Go

Yesterday, while in a flurry of unfocused, superfluous activity I asked myself, “What if you were not in such a hurry? How would it feel if you took your time?” I guaranteed myself it would be a much different existence. So I took a deep breath, my first line of defense in every stressful situation, and it was validated once again that breath is a potent tool for good.

I witness many who, along with me, suffer from this affliction I call— Chronic Urgency— the self-imposed demand that everything must get done sooner than we are actually capable of doing it, and there can be nothing left hanging. I got news for all of us— there are always things left hanging. It’s part of the package. Ironically the Chronic Urgency mindset means very little ever gets done well, as the surging energy goes into the immanency rather than the holistic completion of whatever task is at hand. So take a breath right now, and know it will all get done— eventually.

Tricia

Excuse to Stay Still

The scene is lightening, the sun shows as a subtle yet brilliant white disk glowing through the diffusing gray clouds, perhaps an evil attempt to get me moving— but I will resist until there is certainty that the clouds have emptied and are ready to break apart showing me the other side of existence. The clouds once again thicken and I am, for the time being, safe in my stillness. 

Tricia, 4 2022