I'm the same born. I try to do things quickly so I can have a break or do something nice for myself. But then things just keep coming think and fast, like emails or the mess in the house, or something that needs bought, or a phone call that needs made. Or sometimes I just want my me-time to be really good, so I rush to do something that I really enjoy and end up knackered.
I keep thinking of something that I saw when ds was 18 months old, that I wish I could really get to grips with.
One time we were in tesco's cafe, and ds was running round and round a sign post. Round and round and round, at tremendous speed and with this look of total concentration on his whole body. He went round and round for ages.
Then I noticed an old lady watching ds quietly from her seat and just sort of smiling to herself. She had this tremendous sense of calm and stillness about her, which contrasted so much with ds's marathon running round the post.
It seemed as though she was looking back through her life at all the fruitless tasks that she'd hammered her way through, and was thinking that ds's running round the post pretty much summed up just how useless many of those tasks had been. But at the end of it all, she had learned to just sit and be perfectly at peace. I thought that was nice.
I'm darned if I can do it though. I'm still running round and round the post...