In Slow Time, Waverly Fitzgerald distinguishes between minutes and moments. Minutes are measures of time going by, a convenient commodity for talking about time. But moments are something else entirely. They are experiences, events, feelings, connections. Magic moments. Taking a moment together. A moment of silence. A shared moment. They are a point in time. Sometimes they are a ritual. Sometimes they are a surprise.
When I'm in hurry-up mode, like I was yesterday, I am living in the minutes, panicking about the racing time and a deadline. I'm not available to the moments, I'm not present to them. And that's the shift I want to make. To living in the moment, not in the minutes.