I am reading Flow and finding it somewhat inspiring and definitely interesting. I am also getting frustrated.
Earlier this week, I made a conscious decision to start paying attention to when I feel like I am rushing and try to stop. To step back, breathe, and go all in to whatever it is I am doing without any time pressure in multiple contexts: laundry-folding, child care, patient notes. It started out well, but halfway through a busy office day and I realized that I couldn't just opt out of the race. Because DO THIS DO THAT GET THIS DONE NOW! started to pile up, and -- just like that, I lost my zen mojo.
I'm not ready to give up, but the failed attempt did make me sad. I don't think I am harried because I am not managing my time well; I think I am harried because there is far too much (*@#* to do and not enough time to do it.
// end rant. Maybe the secret is buried somewhere later in the book. Off to bed to read more.