Yesterday I was washing dishes when I suddenly dropped one of my mugs and it shattered all over the kitchen floor. (To be honest I may have also been having a private dance party since I had the apartment to myself, but I’m convinced that’s not the reason I dropped it.) I couldn’t help but laugh at myself when I realized that I was in such a hurry to wash the dishes that I wasn’t even paying attention to what I was doing.
I don’t even know why I was rushing. I had the night off and no real plans for the evening other than parking my butt on the couch to watch some Netflix. Yet there I was, scrubbing plates with a quickness like my life depended on it.
Why do we do that? Its like we’re always rushing to be somewhere else, never taking anything in all the way because we’re too busy thinking about God-knows-what. Life is passing us by and we’re just letting it.
We should be present in each moment like we’re living it on purpose.
So this week I’m making a choice to try slowing down. Who knows, maybe I’ll even stop and smell some roses or something…
How can you make a choice to live each moment on purpose?