Slow

The cashier packing up my groceries was doing a slow, careful and methodical job. In my mind I was like, "OH MY GOSH! COULD YOU POSSIBLY GO ANY SLOWER!?!"

Then I caught myself.

So what if she goes slow? I wasn't even in a hurry for any reason. The slowness was just bugging me. Once I caught myself I realized two things. First off, she's probably doing a better than average job of packing the groceries, and secondly it was kind of calming to watch someone who seemed slow and peaceful at her work. Calming and rare.

Why do I insist on living life at warp speed? What's wrong with me?