Lately, when asked how am I doing? My response has been a four letter word…Busy!
Sometimes life just takes over…and busyness begets busyness. I like being busy! Being busy at work makes the day go by faster. Keeping my hands busy keeps me from snacking. Reading a good book quiets my mind and helps me to forget about what I should be busy doing. I do not enjoy being busy for the sake of being busy...However, sometimes busyness takes over and takes on a life of its own.
When given an option I would choose a quite evening spent with my best friend, my husband, in front of our outdoor fireplace. I would choose a slower paced drive across the country over rushing through an airport to catch a flight. I would choose relaxing in a hammock under the oak trees over a crowded street fair.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy street fairs or traveling via the friendly skies. It’s just that life is busy enough all on its own…the daily grind of being plugged in and connected 24/7 promotes busyness. That comment alone could get me on my soap box for hours…but that would just add busyness to my day.
When I started writing I felt compelled to write every day for the sake of writing. I put unnecessary pressure on myself. Then when I couldn’t keep up the pace I felt guilty. My love of writing became a chore of busyness. It lost its shiny new luster, all because of the need to be busy about the business of writing.
I have friends that are so busy running their kids from one activity to the next, arranging after school activities and summer camp programs that they need a personal assistant to keep the calendars organized. I have friends who have traded their busy work life for a busier retired life.
I wonder if being about the business of being busy is really worth the toll it takes on our health and well-being. I wonder what effect it has on our relationships. I guess that would depend on who you ask…
At some point you come to a time and place in your life where quality becomes more important than quantity. Can you have both? I am sure some people can and do and their life is full and complete. I am not one of those individuals…I prefer smaller more intimate settings, dinner parties of 12 or less, lunch ordered from a menu not from a buffet line, food eaten on a real plate and my drink in a real glass, not out of a paper sack or in a foam container.
When did busy become a four letter word?