We go in and out of noticing that time is running out, that the ultimate deadline is approaching. The best resistance to rushing is to remember we must die, memento mori, that we are fortunate to still have time to walk around in the beauty of the world. We may as well accept this reckoning and pay attention.
It takes effort to push back against the tide of small worries, to-do lists, people to call back, emails piling up as fast as you can delete them. Trying to meditate or to take a few moments out on the porch when full of anxiety can be infuriating. The cart is placed before the horse, and you don't get anywhere at first.