I'm always in a rush now. Trying to get to work as fast as I can. Trying to get home as fast as I can. Taking all the shortcuts (that aren't so short after all). Watching the clock, waiting for it to hit 12:30, or 1:30, or 3:00.
While I'm riding my bike, "MOVE ************," to the bird in my path.
I had three near death experiences on the freeway today.
I yell at red lights and drivers who obey the speed limit.
I used to have a lot of patience. I used to be present. What's happening to me?
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