This week hasn't been my best. On Monday, I was in some sort of a self-induced jelly bean coma and really struggled to successfully accomplish any of the tasks on my long list. With too much to do, I tried to get things done at top speed and became overwhelmed by the magnitude of the challenge. Yesterday I pulled into a parking spot at the grocery store and hurriedly jumped out - only to land in a pothole full of water. I was lucky. I could've twisted an ankle or crash-landed. I got pretty sufficiently soaked and shopping in the freezer section wasn't pleasant, but other than that, no harm done. It seems I am always trying to get places in a hurry. Just this morning, I pulled out of my garage to run a quick errand before the garage door was completely up. Needless to say, I couldn't get in or out. Stuck in the middle. I called a guy and he kindly jammed the door back into place and literally released me. He humored me by telling me stories of other folks like myself who were in a hurry and had similar experiences. None of these incidents are at all tragic. More like bonehead moves. I find myself making plenty of those. What's the rush anyways?
In this hyper-electronic age it seems everything has sped up. Some days the emails come in faster then you can read them and the group text messages end prior to you even noticing you are included in them. It is true what they say, "haste makes waste." I've got the banged up garage door to prove it! On one hand, we are so fortunate to be able to interact with one another via a variety of up-to-the-minute methods. On the other hand, the response time has lessened and we need to be dialed in to all of it, at all times. Changing email addresses and phone numbers has been necessary for most. This perpetual updating process creates increasing madness.
My husband's cell number changed a couple of years ago. For some reason the old number is stuck in cyberspace. My kids, nieces and several friends still put it on group texts. The poor guy who was reassigned the number is understandably sick and tired of all of us. At one point he told a friend of ours, "I don't know this guy but everyone else seems to!" In the past month or so I have received several voicemail messages from random people that weren't intended for me. I don't always have the time to respond to my own damn messages let alone anyone else's. People walk around with a phone in their ear or even multitask, walking while simultaneously texting. It's a matter of time before we are all crashing into each other. Time to slow down! Message received.
I once saw a speed limit reminder on the highway that said "Slow down. You can't afford not to." To some degree that's true. We need to patiently wait for the garage door to open. Be careful. Be cautious. Be wise. Double check messages and phone numbers before responding in haste. Step out of the fast pace when you can and take time for those that mean the most, especially yourself.
Finally, if your life requires unavoidable time spent on electronic devices and you are forced to text more often than not - beware of "text neck." It hurts like hell and comes from straining your neck to read and send text messages. If you are saddled with this painful feeling, I've got just the thing. A warm Fishbellie wrapped around a sore neck will indeed provide the healing comfort that you need. Best of all, Fishbellies heat up or cool down in a hurry!