Two and a half months into the school year, we finally did it. We finally managed to leave five minutes early. And it made a world of difference.

I took time to tuck their gloves over their jackets the way they like. We cycled along the scenic “shortcut” instead of staying on the busy paved speedway, and stopped to examine a magnificent mushroom in someone’s compost heap. We laughed, and didn’t once check the watch or worry about being late. I didn’t bark at my almost-five-year-old for cycling too slowly up the hill.

And we arrived before the bell. In time to greet friends, to take a breath and welcome other friends as they arrived breathless. In a good mood, un-rushed, un-aggravated, un-stressed.

Time Fracture

How often do we calculate the absolute minimum time it takes to get somewhere, then leave even one minute, one email after that? Think of what it costs us – stress, danger of driving too fast, tension in our relationships. Think of what message it sends to our children and to our community to always be showing up late or Just On Time, usually breathless and a bit unprepared.

Enjoy the Ride

And think of what we’re missing along the way. The chance to enjoy a walk instead of having to drive. The chance to drive slowly (and safely) and enjoy watching the neighborhood unfold, maybe taking back roads instead of the highway. The chance to prepare for and anticipate what we’re going to do instead of worrying about just getting there. And the free relaxed spirit of a voyageur enjoying the journey.

This morning I was the person I want to always be. The one who shows up early, looking relaxed and fully present, ready to be part of whatever’s happening. It started our whole day right, and modeled for our children a good way to live.

Five Minutes More

I resolve to be that person more often. To adopt better habits. To leave five minutes early instead of five minutes late. To enjoy the ride and arrive fresh and eager and open. I hope you’ll join me (just don’t be late!).

Photo by Seabamirum.