Our world is every changing. We don't have enough time to do all the things we need to and want to, let alone enough time to be. Over-working is overrated and being busy is considered a virtue. It was a hard transition for me coming from an Indian experience that allowed me to live and be in the moment rather than rushing to the next stop. I acknowledge my privilege allowed me to be cushioned from not rushing to make the next salary, to feed the next mouth, to pay the next bill. But even people who don't have that need here in the US, and now increasingly around the world, are rushing everywhere, all the time. I don't know to what and I'm not sure why.
I've worked at jobs where there is a trend to brag about how much work happened on the weekend or how many "things" were squeezed in to feel productive. Meandering, being, self-care, caring for others is sometimes considered unproductive, lazy, and useless.
I never felt that as intensely as I have in the US. It is an innovative place filled with creative problem-solvers and change-makers. But it is also a leader in a culture of glorifying "busyness" and work. It's days like today that help center me in a world that feels like a treadmill moving at 20 miles per hour.
Taking time to just be, soak up the sun, notice the changing tulip petals with the ironic backdrop of snow drafts, and sending a thanks for the privilege of slowing down a breath in an out-of-breath world.