You’ve got to make the morning last. (Apologies to Paul Simon from when he was feelin’ groovy)
My handwriting in cursive degenerates to a scrawl as I hasten to capture all the ideas tumbling through my mind.
Then I remember my engineering drawing classes where they taught “lettering.” Slow down. Form the letters. The idea train will slow down as if for entry to the station.
Sometimes I review notes being unable to read them. Not a good thing.
Slowing ourselves brings our awareness into the scene. We have time to think before writing or talking. We have time to notice the other. And only the other. Time to focus on the task. And only the task.