Driving to town today my muscles were moving on a rhythmic motivation from a hurry up culture. I felt anxious and that I needed to move faster, ever faster to get accomplished all that is possible in the short amount of time I had. It was making me crazy! Hurry up! My brain screamed at me. Hurry up! My muscles moved. Hurry up! I obeyed and saved myself 3 minutes by going so quickly through the things I had to get done before going to work. Then I hit traffic and traded those three minutes back in for what? For arriving five minutes early instead of two. Hmmm, perhaps I need to think about this. Maybe I can s l o w d o w n.