I recently found out that I'm the most miserable when I'm rushing. If something happens, and I allow it to break the flow of things, I become stressed and worr

I recently found out that I'm the most miserable when I'm rushing. If something happens, and I allow it to break the flow of things, I become stressed and worried and time flies. When I allowed myself to simply exist for a week, without a crazy planned-in-advance vacation, the week felt like a month. No joking. Where this urge to always rush comes from is a good question. I imagine it's very much cultural, we're expected to rush and be busy.