I "want to make good time, but for [me] now this is measured with emphasis on "good" rather than "time" and when you make that shift in emphasis the whole approach changes."
This quote from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig has served as a beacon throughout much of my life. Of course, I cannot deny that there were many years when I was part of the mad rush of career and prestige and staying ahead of the curve, but when I travelled, this philosophy guided my approach. Now I am off the curve and "thinking about things at great leisure and length without being hurried and without feeling [I'm] losing time." (I'm rereading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and discovering a new level of understanding.)
I still struggle with feeling like I must be doing something, I must have something to show for my time. But with constant vigilance, I am redirecting my thinking and retraining my mind to embrace Just Being.
This past month, I've traveled from low desert to the shores of the Colorado River. I spent some magical days in Cibola Wildlife Refuge.
I spent a wet soggy night listen to the wind whip my tarp and tent apart. And the next day in the laundromat.
I learned that a tent with a full rain fly is essential, especially before I head up to the Great Pacific Northwest. And perhaps it's importantly, I learned that I CAN weather the storm.