Sometimes we feel rushed,
even when there’s enough time.
Nothing is actually urgent.
There’s no deadline in that moment.
No immediate pressure from anything around us.
And still, there’s a sense of needing to move faster.
We go through things a little quicker than necessary.
Think ahead to what’s next
before finishing what we’re doing now.
It’s not always obvious.
From the outside, everything looks normal.
Nothing seems out of place.
But internally, there’s a quiet push to keep going.
To not slow down too much.
Even when slowing down wouldn’t change anything.
And when it’s over,
there’s a moment where it becomes clearer.
There was time.
More than enough.
But it didn’t feel that way while we were in it.