What are you late for?

I was doing some last minute Christmas shopping (as usual) last night. My brother and I decided to stop at the only place that was still open, Walmart at about 6:30. I pulled into a parking spot, got out of my car and proceeded to rush as fast as I could into the store, power walking that could have turned into a light jog to be exact. My brother noticed my pace, then looked at me and jokingly said, "What are you late for?" I looked up at him (he is six foot two) and said ...I don't know, ha! I sort of realized how routine it is for me rush everything. I'm a fast walker, fast driver, fast eater, fast talker, everything is super fast. I even try to read fast...but why??? No reason really. Even in the store I proceeded to maneuver the cart as quickly as possible, through each isle. My brother became a little irritated and jokingly asked why I was racing through the isles. I began to slow down, and realized...that's exactly what I need to do...slow down and stop worrying.

That question is still ringing in my ears like a wake up call...

He meant it as a joke but it struck a chord in me. I've been panicing about silly things lately. "How many calories was that?" "What are they thinking about my shirt?" "Will my professor be able to tell that I haven't written a literature review before???" I need to SLOOOOW down and only think about one thing at a time. I need to take my time walking, reading, eating, etc.

What's the point of rushing through the day only to wake up and rush through the next day?