on rushing and gratitude

rushing

Today a very wholehearted friend of mine posted this on Facebook and made my head explode:

 

Remember, if you are criticizing, you are not being grateful.

If you are blaming, you are not being grateful.

If you are complaining, you are not being grateful.

If you are feeling tension, you are not being grateful.

If you are rushing, you are not being grateful.

If you are in a bad mood, you are not being grateful.   Rhonda Byrne

The one I really tripped over was the “rushing.” I rush. I love to rush. Heck, I’ve lived in New York City for two decades– rushing is just how I do things. And I’m so good at it! The more I fit in the day, the better it feels. Who has time to make a bed? We’re late for school! We’re late for baseball! We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago!

So when I read that sentence about rushing, I resisted it. Sure I rush. I have three kids, I have a busy life, I don’t have a choice about that. I rush because I have to, not because I’m less than thankful. How is rushing–something¬†I’m required to do every day of my life as a mother–something that makes me a bad person? When we’re ten minutes late for something and the kids don’t have their shoes on yet, is it my fault I’m yelling and rushing and dragging them out the door?

Yes. Yes it is, apparently. It seems the universe is offering me an alternative to that way of doing things.

Today I’m feeling grateful for that message. Today I’m going to try to be thankful by not rushing. And if we’re late, I’ll be thankful for that.

Happy Thanksgiving!