The pace of life here is unlike any other. It’s a caffeine powered, multi-tasking, quick stepping whirlwind. I think this is the thing I like best, and what drives me absolutely bonkers when we travel to other places for racing. Everyone else is so slooooow, and can take their time, and are out for a Sunday drive. Get me my damn latte, and get it to me now! I don’t have all day!
I always remember (fondly) this time in China: The URI group was paired with a group from Azusa Pacific for company tours, and we were going to tour the Coca Cola factory. In between class and the trip, we had 45 minutes for lunch. URI said, “What are we going to do with 45 minutes? Eat, shop, nap…possibilities are endless.” AP said, “OHMIGOD ONLY 45 MINUTES?! We have to hurry, I bet we’ll get sick from eating that fast!” It just goes to show how different our pace of life was.
Indeed, I do love the pace of life here. But lately, it seems like someone is trying to interrupt my smooth and ever-faster flow by having every cashier I’ve chosen be training and needing someone to hold his hand, or the customer forgot something, or his credit card won’t go through. Every car I end up behind decides to do exactly 2 miles under the speed limit, and be going wherever I’m going. And, I kid you not, every person in every public place I’ve been in the past week and a half has been in my way or in front of me in line for everything I want. The obnoxious pre-teen boys in the snowboarding section of Dick’s Sporting Goods just playing in the aisles. The mother in Stop and Shop whose life depends on the choice between Barilla and Ronzoni pasta (side note: Barilla is better). The mother who takes her daughter to the bathroom and ends up taking both stalls and the kid pees on the floor. The hooligans walking across Rt. 372 when my light turns green, even though they just had about 45 seconds to cross when the light was red.
Since it’s been about 10 days that I’ve been noticing this phenomenon, I figured it’s time to really think about it. My mom always said when you’re in a hurry, and driving quickly and someone slow gets in front of you, it’s an angel sent from God to tell you to relax and slow down. I’m not particularly religious, despite the fact that I’m a practicing Catholic, but the more I think about that theory, it starts to make me think that maybe someone upstairs is telling me my entire life has to slow down, not just my driving. Don’t be in a such a rush, don’t forget to enjoy your life while you’re young. I guess I have gotten a little wrapped up in the Find-A-Job-ASAP-And-Get-Back-In-The-Rat-Race thing. And I guess I do forget to appreciate the moment sometimes–I rarely stop to smell the roses–I just don’t want to be left behind, and I’m trying my hardest to keep up. I think I get lost in the shuffle sometimes, and that’s a perfect time to appreciate what everyone else is missing because no one will notice…I probably should slow down.
But I wasn’t kidding about the latte…