At Trader Joe’s last week, I stood at the end of the check out aisle, stacking fruits and veggies into the brown paper bags I can never seem to open efficiently. The cashier thanked me for bagging the groceries, and I looked at him with surprise. It felt to me like the chocolate factory scene with Lucille Ball – items were piling up faster than I could take care of them – and my work didn’t feel at all commendable.<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry I’m slow,” I said. I noticed that he was a manager and thought it must be a busy day if he was working a register, and I tried to hurry up.<\/p>\n
“Relax,” he said. “We like people who take their time and do things right instead of just rushing through them.”<\/p>\n
And with that, I took a deep breath and exhaled out some of the unnecessary self-imposed pressure.<\/a><\/p>\n I looked past the cash register and saw that there was no one waiting on me. Even if someone had been there, it wasn’t likely that he would have been holding a stop watch, checking to see how fast I could load a grocery bag.<\/p>\n I was grateful for that little bit of grace from the Trader Joe’s employee, and I wondered if he was reading Hands Free Life: 9 Habits for Overcoming Distraction, Living Better, and Loving More<\/a> by Rachel Macy Stafford, as I was.<\/p>\n