Do you mosey as you quilt?
Most people feel rushed and hurried. I have all the time in the world. When some rude driver follows me too closely, I yield and pull over to let the jerk pass me. If there is no safe place to pull over to yield, then I deliberately slow down to 35 miles per hour. I'd rather ruin their day than to feel pushed.
Time is universal. But how we perceive it is uniquely individual and emotional. I was raised to feel competitive and pressured to perform. I'm still rebelling against that.
"Clean your plate;" or "Finish what you're doing," "Hurry up!" were the constant programming of parents, teachers, scout leaders...all the role models.
Now I putter. I delight in dawdling. I take afternoon naps. I amble instead of walking briskly. I loaf.
My personal lack of self-discipline is evidenced by swaths of loose dog hair in the hallway so thick you could build your own kitten with it. But I have fun with my quilting in spite of my gnat's attention span.
My play habits (as opposed to work habits) include trails of breadcrumbs laid out on the side of my sewing machine, or perhaps on the ironing board, to help me find my way back into the creative process. It might be in the form of half a dozen units all ready to be chain-pieced laid out by the machine. Or maybe some blocks ready to be pressed with heavenly scented starch.