Three weeks ago, my 97-year-old grandmother-in-law was rushing to get ready for breakfast, and she fell and broke her hip.
Two days ago, we celebrated her 97 years, and 4 months of life, with stories, images, tears, and laughter.
She fell down many times in her life, but this last one she didn't get up from.
Yesterday, we placed the urn of her ashes in a remembrance wall, and said our final goodbyes.
Over the course of the last three weeks, I have often been asking myself, "What's the rush?"
When I am late getting out the door to drop my children off at school, and feel pressure to be on time, I take a deep breath and ask myself, "What's the rush?"
When I look at the stack of books that I have NOT read, and feel the need to read more, I pause and ask myself, "What's the rush?"
When I think about the potential clients who said, "Yes, let's start in November," and now it's December and there's still no word, I ask myself, "What's the rush?"
What we are rushing toward?
What are we rushing for?
What are we trying to have or obtain, at the end of this rush?
Once we have that illustrious thing, won't there just be another one around the next corner?
Of course, a life standing still isn't much of a life either, but are we willing to seek that in-between pace that allows us to live fully, and not break ourselves, or our hips, in the process?
Are you willing to slow down?
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I am Theresa Destrebecq (I dare you to try to pronounce it...)