Life is Too Slow to Drive Fast

Rush, rush, rush, all I do is rush around thinking that I just can't keep up with life, but this morning I realized it is actually the complete opposite. . .

While nearing the end of a large hill that ends in a traffic light, I realized I was coasting at a rather fast pace, and then quickly realized I was coming up on the stopped line of cars a bit too fast as well. While my brain was processing my speed and deciding on the correct amount of pressure to apply to my brake pedal, my 2 year old back seat driver says, "Uh-oh Mommy ssspcrrrsh (insert crash sound there)!" When I asked him what he meant and if he thought we were going to crash, he said, "yeah, Mommy." (It wasn't that bad, remember I was conversating with a 2 year old who can barely see out the front window)- but, I almost could have cried, through my internal laughter at his realism- but I took a moment and thought to myself that life is just too damn slow to drive fast. When you get lost in the routine hum drum you forget to enjoy the moments around you. You become robotic, going through the motions as fast as you can so as to accomplish your growing to do list before it becomes a to-morrow list. Life happens at an incredibly slow pace when you think about it. We're all just too driven to lay off the accelerator and utilize the cruise control button and take in all that is life. So put on the brakes, you're running out of life. Life is too slow to drive fast.