I grew up hearing the motto “hurry up and wait” often, and we did in fact do a lot of waiting when I was a kid. It was a habit passed down by my grandfather from his days in the Navy to my mother growing up on a small family farm in rural Nebraska. It’s a habit I’ve been grateful for over the years, because it means I’m rarely late and it eliminates a great deal of stress from daily life.
My husband’s motto, on the other hand, could be described as “hurry up, we’re late!” That modo . . . → Read More: Hurrying Up and Waiting on the Amalfi Coast
