Today is a loaded day for me, so I want to keep it simple.
Yesterday, I had a lunch meeting in Chinatown. It ran long (actually a good thing) and I was racing back to the office on foot.
When I arrived at South Station a man in dirty clothes and one foot (apparently permanently) turned in, called out to me.
I let out a rushed “hi,” and “good afternoon,” but didn’t actually stop.
“Wait,” he said. “Wait!”
Now a good twelve feet away from him, I stopped, turned, and gave him a look like, ‘what?’
Then he asked, “Why are you going so fast?”
I chuckled. “It’s pretty much how I move.”
“Don’t you know, you’re only supposed to do that when you have to?”
I smiled for real. Told him he was smart. Then he smiled for real, too.
I intentionally enjoyed the rest of my walk back to the office.
Anxiety tends to speed things up for me. Sometimes, it’s helpful – makes me hyper productive. Sometimes, it contributes to 15 days of flu.
My interpretation of being in “flow,” is knowing when I get to really turn it up and on, and when I get to rest, relax, and recharge.
Maybe that’s how we build strength and stamina to do the hard things that we’re here to do.