It’s Monday; can’t wait for Friday.
It’s 9:00 AM; can’t wait for 5.
It’s May; we want July.
September; bring on December.
Why the rush? Why treat life like a race—like a series of ever-alluring finish lines?
What’s wrong with now?
Nowhere is this ceaseless eagerness for the finish line more prevalent than in our careers.
We’re eager for promotion; anxious for vacation.
We anticipate a raise; almost demand a break.
And the most wistful wish for the finish line is shown by those anticipating retirement.
People, I have a suggestion;
Work so it feels like play
Play at something every day
Enjoy each day you’re alive
And live like there’s no finish line.
Because, the only true finish line that looms
Is the one that none is eager for.
Ideas? Suggestions? Questions? Please leave a comment.
