"Haste makes waste."
~ Ben Franklin ~
There's no question. Every time I rush, I leave a sloppy trail behind me, both emotional and physical. It's one thing to proceed steadily and with care, and quite another to be frantic and intense and operate from self-imposed inner urgency that makes me, and everyone around me, tense.
And there's no need for it. It doesn't speed things up, not really. More often, whatever I've done in a rush requires doing over, and re-addressing. I have to revisit the mess I've made in a calm and clear state of mind to make it right.
I catch myself rushing and stop.
