God is never rushed, never frantic, never scrambling. Borrow some of that pace.

Urgency is contagious, and most of it belongs to someone else. You absorb the pace of the people around you, the deadlines, the notifications, and it starts to feel like the natural speed of life rather than something you picked up. Being unhurried is not the same as being slow, and the difference shows in the quality of what you decide.

Take the tempo down somewhere small this week: walk without speeding up, answer an hour later, finish one thing before starting the next. Notice how much of the rush was actually necessary. Very little of it survives the question.