I didn't notice I was rushing

I think about too many things at the same time. It makes me anxious.

And most of the time, I don't notice I'm rushing. I have to catch myself.

I used to rush everywhere, for no real reason. Like stillness was something to be afraid of. I was always almost done, almost ready.

Now I try to make softer movements. To be in my body. When I eat, I try to taste my food. When I walk, I try to see the street.

When I'm stressed, I try to feel my blood moving. (I wrote about that in "I try to feel my blood moving".)

Most of the time I still don't notice. I'm working on noticing.