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09/28/2015 02:21 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Tired of Rushing Around? Read This

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As women, we have a real problem with pace.

We drive ourselves crazy trying to keep up. We move frantically through our days. And as a result, we're so tired. So, so tired.

Everything feels urgent. Everything should have been done yesterday. We're 'behind'. But if we just get 'ahead', then we can relax. Right?

Deep down, we know better.

When we get honest, we're haunted by the knowledge that life's most beautiful gifts - like lunches with life-long friends - just can't be rushed.

When we leave the house late because we wanted to get just one more thing done ... when we schedule too many meetings with no downtime ... when we commit to an epically exhausting itinerary ... we increase our physical and emotional stress responses.

Plus, we don't do these things in a vacuum. Other people can feel our hurried energy, and it takes a concerted effort for them not to 'catch' it from us.

This may seem like bad news, because it necessitates coming out of denial and admitting that we have a problem. But it's actually good news, because it means that we can practice new ways of being.

And when we do train ourselves to slow down, we can make a tremendously positive contribution to our families, our communities, our world.

If we want to enjoy our days rather than dread them, we need to examine our pace of life. What if instead of rushing, we made a commitment to be generous with ourselves, to take the time we need?

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Here's an account of a time when I decided to give it a try.

Last year, I drove to Birmingham, Alabama for a mandatory TEDx training, a four-hour round trip journey. Upon reflection, I realized that the trip was pleasant for a specific reason: it lacked the stresses that I associate with travel.

Since I'd integrated concepts like 'prepare early,' 'leave a buffer,' and 'allow margin time', there was no last-minute scrambling, no frantic feeling in my stomach.

I'd given lip service to these ideas in the past, but I'd never fully embraced them. 'Prepare early' and I were good friends, but 'margin time' and 'leave a buffer' and I were only casual acquaintances. We'd cross paths and kiss cheeks once in a while, but we never really connected.

Instead, I'd budget barely enough time to get from point A to point B. Sometimes, this meant arriving on time at yoga because every light had been green ... but sometimes it meant slinking into a doctor's office late after a wrong turn decimated my timetable. Though I was (mostly) punctual, the rushing caused unnecessary stress.

The solo trip to Birmingham was an opportunity to practice new habits. With some deliberation, I chose to leave at 2:30pm, three and a half hours before my 6pm meeting. Since I've done the drive in two hours, part of me feared that I'd lose productive time by leaving early, but I realized that I could read emails on my phone as needed.

After stopping for gas, I arrived in Birmingham at 4:50pm. In the remaining hour and ten minutes, I parallel-parked, found a bathroom, ate the picnic supper I'd packed, brushed my teeth, located the meeting room, and arrived on time.

By the end of the night, I was a margin-time convert.

In times past, I would have started that drive later. Then I'd have been frantic when the car needed gas, or when I didn't find street parking. I'd have had to park in an expensive garage, and go hungry or pick up an overpriced salad. I would have gone into the training frazzled and unhappy.

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That day, I made a radical choice: to give myself the gift of margin time. I'd claim the hours I needed to make travel pleasant, not just bearable. And in doing so, I'd be tackling an insidious aspect of perfectionism.

Perfectionists like us don't feel comfortable with having needs, so we go through life lying to ourselves and others. We're afraid to give ourselves what we need - sleep, food, time - because we believe that a 'perfect' person wouldn't need those things.

I mean, who are we to require nine hours of sleep, or three and a half hours to get to Birmingham? We're human beings, that's who we are. But since we're uncomfortable with being real rather than superhuman, we find it difficult to be honest about our time.

Adding margin time to our schedules is an exercise in claiming what we need; it's a powerful spiritual practice. It grounds us in our own humanity. It prevents us from believing our own self-aggrandizement.

As Greg McKeown notes in Essentialism, most people make faulty public estimates of how long a given task will take. However, people's private estimates are far more accurate.

As always, fear and pride get us in trouble. We want to appear heroic, so we say that we'll be there in ten minutes when the trip actually takes twenty.

Can we come through? Sometimes. But it comes at a high cost to everyone involved.

There's a difference between bravado and bravery, between cockiness and courage. As Glennon Doyle Melton said in her TEDx talk, "Lessons from the Mental Hospital," "It's braver to be Clark Kent than it is to be Superman."

It's braver to be a human being, with needs and feelings and hunger, than to be an impossible paragon of strength.

Which one will you choose to be?

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This piece first appeared on A Wish Come Clear, a blog devoted to helping you choose love, lose fear, and find home. Visit and receive free copies of Caroline's three digital books, all designed to bring you back to what matters most.