cutting corners

I cut corners…and as often as possible. I'm a corner-cutter! I’m not a cheat or anything but it always seems like the best use of my time. I’m a check marker, goal getter, productivity bragger. I love the challenger of accomplishing as much as possible in an absurd amount of time. That’s a large part of what makes me a “morning person”.  By my experience most people aren’t which is why I get so much done at the crack of dawn. Less people, more completion. Watch out world!

I stroll in to work a quarter to eight (or earlier) high on my accomplishments of: recycle center, po box, grocery store, coffee shop etc… Allowing my co-workers to awe in my impressive feats. It’s embarrassing to confess I do this but it just started happening and snowballed past pride into a real problem. That problem is that being on fast forward isn’t allowing me to enjoy life and the chance to see it un-blurred.

I actually drive by people pulled over to take pictures every day. Guess it tends to happen when you live in a top vacation spot. But I’m too busy to give in to these breaks. At least that’s what I tell myself. I’ll complete and entire Saturdays “work” of errands before 10:30 in the morning. Some people might be jealous of that ability to condense time or just complete a single list. But it’s a slippery slope my friends.

A couple weekends ago I experimented with a change-up. I slowed down my momentum. Way down and gave into the unpredictable. Instead of bee lining to the car I read in the morning which is typically an evening activity and it totally shook the rest of the day up. I moseyed. I dillydallied. I literally took the scenic route. I pulled off at the scenic overlooks I pass every day and took pictures. Everything was absorbed appropriately. I felt fulfilled, more appreciative, and still accomplished. Granted, I didn’t finish until well in the afternoon but it was okay...and maybe even a little better than okay.