When I Stop Trying So Hard

"Why can't I get this?!?" I lower my tired arms, hands dropping into my lap with defeat.I stop. I sit still for maybe the first second that morning. I'd been rushing all morning. I'd rushed (more than usual) to get my kids out the door to school. I'd rushed (more than usual) to get back home. To get to the next thing... This moment. This lesson. How is this my life?