It has come to my attention lately that I'm skimming life. I don't take time to watch the sun rise even when I'm up at that hour, and I seldom see it set. I'm too busy rushing around, cooking dinner, seeing to business, cleaning, skimming through my Bible reading, rushing through an edit. How did life become so overwhelming?
Every so often, I catch myself rushing through something I once enjoyed--like rewriting--and I wonder what happened to me. Why on earth am I no longer enjoying the very exercise of a talent God gave me? Why am I not milking that time, doing what I love to do, for all it's worth? When I lose the joy of doing what I love, why on earth even bother? I mean, if I don't enjoy writing, why am I busting my brain in the middle of another novel? If I don't enjoy it, I doubt my readers will.
So I've reminded myself to slow down. A lot. I need to dwell in this moment instead of racing toward the next. I need to indulge in this book instead of fixating on the plot for another. I love working with words and making them flow. So why rush? If I take it a little at a time, I can meet deadline and enjoy it while I do it.
What do you love to do, and what's getting in the way of your enjoyment these days? We're not supposed to use cliches, but taking time to smell the roses, pet the cat, kiss your husband, those should be our enjoyment in life. Let's keep things in perspective.