One sunny morning last summer, I found myself in a big hurry to leave my house.

I had an appointment with myself at the coffee shop to write, and I was determined to arrive before the lunch rush. Like a cat chasing a laser pointer, I darted around collecting this and that. As I raced up the stairs to get one last thing, I could feel my heart pumping and the unpleasant buzz of adrenaline coursing through my limbs.

But it wasn’t until I stepped out of my car at the coffee shop that I realized just how hurried I had been…