Written by: Scott Dinsmore
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Five days ago I sat on top of a 14,000 ft. mountain taking in the most breathtaking view I'd experienced in years. I was on top of Mt. Shasta in Northern California and I'd spent the past two full days camping on snow and climbing with crampons and an ice axe to get myself to the top.
Do you know what the best part about it was? There was no rush.
With as badly as I wanted to make it to the top, there was absolutely no hurry. In fact I had no choice but to go slowly. If I didn't, my legs would tire, I'd risk slipping and my lungs wouldn't acclimate to the thinning oxygen. The faster you go, the more dangerous the trek. Where else in life is going slowly so strongly encouraged and even enforced? That's what made my experience up there so perfect.
There was no rush. There couldn't be. And I loved it.
When was the last time you felt no hurry in doing something? For many of us it's been too long.