Rush Rush

everything moves so fast in the city. I moved to Brisbane last year with my Husband and two children from a little country town. A town with a population of only 10,000. (Like I said: small country town.) A town that had two sets of traffic lights and two supermarkets, (one of which recently burnt down), people gave way to others on the road, allowed vehicles into the stream of traffic, knew your name and who you are related to. People are not generally interested in the amount of money you make. It took about 4 minutes to drive my daughter to school and an additional 2 minutes to drop my son at his grandmothers before arriving at work a whole 15 minutes after I left home. To duck down to supermarket was, literally, a five minute task. And you were home an actual 5 minutes after you left.


There were, of course, downfalls to living in such a small town, (some of which were also advantages). Everyone knew who you were related to. If you wanted to walk down the street without seeing anyone you knew, you'd need to go to Melbourne. So what could have been a quick five minute trip to the supermarket on the only day you are in a rush, you see everyone you know on the way there and the way back! I'm pretty sure in the 10 months I've lived in Brisbane, I haven't seen anyone I know in the supermarket.


But everyone seems like they are in such a huge rush. Even on the roads. You can be banked up on the highway crawling along at a walking pace, and people are bent on passing and skipping lanes to get ahead just that extra couple of meters... what the?


But you never seem to get there any faster. Slow and steady wins the race. So the tortoise wins. I seem to have relaxed a lot since moving to the city- funnily enough. I read in the Bible 'Be still and know that I am God'. It's too easy to get caught up in the race and forget about the important things. being still requires me to stop, amid the rat race of life, and put into perspective what I'm doing and why i'm doing it. I love trying to understand why. Because when I get why I'm doing it (whatever it is) I quite often cease doing it, realising it's pointless or has no real purpose  or it degrading or whatever it may be.


Have you asked yourself "WHY?" lately?