Sticks & Stones &…Rushing

I broke something. Again. This time the fourth toe, which I now know is called a phalange.

I wish I did not know that.

The story's not original, and not exciting, but it's mine, and I get to blame my friend's podcast. I was listening to her daft humor and hard-won insights while cleaning my house the other day. Cleaning too quickly because my son was on his way home from college and I wanted...well, you get it. I was rushing.

This is the common denominator of my broken bones. I am finally ready to receive the message, after 57 years: life is meant to be lived, not rushed.

The upside is a writing prompt for me, and for you:

"When I rush..."

What do you miss when you rush? What does rushing look like for you? What do you gain when you pause, instead?

Relax with a couple of deep breaths, then let the ink lead the way.