Why am I rushing?
Each Saturday, I have my swimming class. I cycle there, swim, and then cycle back. This has been my routine for a few months.
I choose to spend my Saturdays like this, and I must say it has been quite fun.
Last Saturday, after swimming, I was riding back home. For no particular reason, I was hurrying to get home. My whole afternoon was free, I did not have any plans. Still, I was hurrying to get back home.
Then, I asked myself, "Why am I actually hurrying? Why am I trying to ride fast? The weather is great, the sun is shining, and I don't have anything else planned for today. Why don't I take more time, ride slower, and just enjoy my time in the city?"
Nobody forced me to be in rush, but somehow I was in rush mode per default.
Maybe it has become a habit, a mindless state of trying to finish activities as efficiently and as fast as possible. Even on a free Saturday and with an activity that I have so much fun doing.