Thursday, May 29, 2025
10 years ago, I didn’t understand life’s ease. I was plagued by unease. I bought into the “you-gotta-hustle” mentality. Perhaps that came from my parents who believed in nose-grinding slavery. They were baby boomers. Push, work, get out there and “make” something of yourself. Meanwhile, there was another way – ease.
Well coach, I’ve stripped my gears. All this hustling has gotten me injured. It’s like speed demons. Hurry up and stop – a race to the stoplight. Grandma eventually catches up. But she’s listening to her muzak, easy like Sunday morning, driving below the radar of your typical, demonic speeder. The demon honks, flips her off, and speeds away in a maniacal laugh. She smiles, but compassionately. She gets there too, but with real joy! She’s fresh, relaxed as the morning dew. She’s easy like Sunday morning, Monday morning, and so on.
Coach, I want to be like grandma. She pets the cat. She talks to the plants. She does not lord over them. She does chores softly. She paces her drive while enjoying her easy listening. Grandmas know. They know the futility of hustling. How dumb would it be to tear up her car “racing” like that! “Where are you going,” she asks the speed demon? The speed demon hasn’t a clue. He’s just hustling. He thinks he’s getting somewhere, but so is grandma.
She gets it, she gets there, and she gets it done. But easy like Sunday morning and Monday. For everyone else, it’s just another manic Monday. The speed demon will stop trying to “get there,” and injury after injury, he will simply “get it.” One day, he’ll be grandma. OK Coach – easy does it, like Sunday morning and Monday, and so on. You’ll get it. You’ll get there. And you’ll get it done with no hustle, no hassle, and no mania.