On Time....Or the Lack Thereof

It's not supposed to be like this, of that I'm sure. Every minute of every day sucked up into the maelstrom of "gotta do this, get this done before that, can't be late for it, hurry hurry, rush rush rush!" Besides, I'm both Persian and a woman....this kind of time pressure rubs--no scrapes--vigorously against every grain in my body. Which, much like petting a cat the wrong way, results in some seriously loud screeching, hissing and claws. I spend my commute time thinking all of these "deep" thoughts, and I find myself coming back to this one time and again (no pun intended). There has to be another way. A way that we can slow down but still be productive, enjoy the moment without thinking about everything we have yet to do. Even as I type this I'm thinking about the bills I have to pay (online), the cleaning and laundry left to do, and what I'm going to be doing tomorrow and this week. It's not just me either, everyone I know is like this....but it's not right. It's not supposed to be. My reasoning through this always takes me to one solid fact. Life, from what I understand, wasn't like this in the 1950's. Then again, getting things like a car or a TV, new furniture or going on vacation were truly special because they weren't so easy to get. Now, we spend all of our time working to get these things (or their equivalents, ipads, iphones, anything else that starts with an "I" and conveniently starts to act up at exactly the same time as the newest version comes out....Scully and Mulder should have investigated that)so we can have them all, instead of just having one or two of these luxuries--because we feel we are entitled to them. Are we though? Do we realize we are paying so much more for them than we thought? Clearly I'm a victim of my own wants/greed/blindness/addiction. The first step is admitting you have a problem.