The dissipation of residual urgency

Could the habit of living from each urgent event to next be fading away for me? Is there evidence that urgency is addicting? Could aging bring the wisdom necessary to ask oneself, "How important is it?" (If you're following any of this so far, my hat's off to you!)
I woke up this morning and proceeded with my 5 mile walk. I slowed to talk to a man walking the same direction at a slightly slower pace. He appeared to be 10 years older than me, though he could have been a good deal older. I asked how long he had been doing the walking. He replied, "10 years". I told him that I was trying to keep a pace of 4 mph, and he said that he could only do 3 mph. He turned off from the path shortly after and I started to wonder how has this man had come to accept that his 3 mph was satisfactory? Why do I push my physical limits and try to do 4 mph? Am I hooked on achieving, and is it about self-esteem? Is there really no urgency to anything, and actually my desire to achieve is linked to a dissipating urgency addiction I felt and nurtured while I was employed?
In summary, I believe my habit of focusing on one urgent task and moving on to the next is starting to be dissipate. There's really no urgency at all. To anything. I'm leaning more toward accepting my day as it progresses, and listening for guidance on what my next effort is going to be. There's really nothing that can't wait.