I've been really trying hard lately to take life slowly. You know when you are living on a Monday, and you say to yourself, "I can't wait until Wednesday!" and basically you just pass through Monday and Tuesday with not much productivity or memories because all you can think about is Wednesday. And, when Wednesday rolls around, it's fun, exciting, eventful, whatever, but I just try to ask myself why Monday and Tuesday couldn't have been just as fun.
So, whenever I have thoughts at work like, "I wish time would just go faster! I wanna get out of here!" I remind myself why I am working, and just to be grateful. I can't control time.
Whenever I'm lounging around just waiting for 3 o'clock to roll around because I have some event to go to, I wonder what I am doing before 3 that can possibly be just as meaningful, or am I just wasting the time away beforehand?
Whenever I say, "I wish it was Michael's bed time right now!" I remind myself that it's okay to slow down and focus on the now.
Although I have been less than perfect at journal writing since I got married, I still have found it immensely useful when I write more than once a week. The memories, feelings associated with the events are all stored to be kept and read for a long time. They are also fun to read with 20/20 hindsight. When I slow down in life, I also seem to have much more to write about because my days don't seem as "boring" (which even if you think they are, write anyway).
Anyway, it's all just thoughts in the making, but I've felt a little more satisfaction and less anxiety day to day just by slowing down.