When I was living in the woods, I took daily walks with my dog and examined the minutia of nature in a quiet, contemplative way that’s only possible when we don’t have any major responsibilities. I found a small field of violets and picked several million of them while my happy dog, who had even fewer responsibilities than me, slept in the puddle of sunshine. I made a lovely purple syrup out of the flowers which is high in vitamins A and C. It tasted wonderful. I bottled enough to last quite a while, but all good things come to an end, and eventually I needed more violets. My trusty dog and I went back to the violet field and discovered that the predominant plant in midsummer is poison ivy. Bummer. No more violet syrup, but the experience taught me that everything has its season. Everything happens in its own time. If I honor the seasons, I’ll never have to hurry.
Well, at least that’s the way of life when we’re in tune with nature, but people have an annoying habit of putting deadlines on things. Once, my boss gave me an impossible deadline and I snarled in exasperation, “All your deadlines are arbitrary!!” She actually laughed and admitted it was true. The deadline in question WAS entirely arbitrary. “Okay, get it finished by next week.” What?!?! I was torn between conflicting urges to hug her or kill her. Maybe if I’d only half-killed her she could’ve had her own interesting NDE, and possibly become more empathetic?