Waiting to Move

One of the recurring themes of my life revolves around a poorly developed ability to sit quietly.  Over the years I've gotten much, much better at this seemingly simple task but I still have a tendency to approach life as a task to be mastered and mastered quickly and mastered completely.  There will be no survivors.  I do not take prisoners.  I have disabled the brakes on my very fast car and I lay rubber for a hundred yards when I get on the road.  I am a mouse on meth.

"In thinking about our day we may face indecision.  We may not be able to determine which course to take.  Here we ask God for inspiration, an intuitive thought or decision.  We relax and take it easy.  We don't struggle.  We are often surprised how the right answers come after we have tried this for a while."

Big Book P. 86

"We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us."

Big Book, P. 84

Mostly, of course, because I applaud myself for almost everything I do or think or say, I applaud my energy and curiosity.   I get to see a lot, experience a lot, I get a lot done.  Nothing the matter with that and all well and good.  The difficulty comes when I act rashly or when I act when I shouldn't be doing anything or when I do something without taking a few deep breaths and seeing whether anything should, in fact, be done.  I get myself in trouble by acting when I should be pausing more often than the other way around.  I'm good at moving; terrible at waiting and seeing.