I’m so busy. We’re so busy. He’s so busy. Life is busy.
I hear this a lot.
I actually say this a lot.
Every week is busy. I get frustrated when I hear myself say this. I have the same number of hours in a week as you do. The same number of hours in a week that I’ve always had. I’ve just over-committed myself and that’s where the busyness comes into play. Or not play. Sometimes I’m “so busy” that I don’t leave much time to play.
And that’s not a good thing.
When did it become the norm to be so busy?
I saw two girls sitting on a bench on campus a couple of weeks ago. They were just chatting. They looked relaxed and I noticed they didn’t have phones in their hands – they were genuinely engaged in conversation. I don’t remember the last time I randomly sat on a bench – on campus, in the park, downtown. This is disheartening.
I’ve been thinking a lot about being busy lately – obviously. Two weeks ago, we didn’t have anything truly planned. No trips, no real outings that were set in stone. I may have set aside my freelance and blog obligations just so I wasn’t “busy” when we wanted to have fun.
I managed to run 7 miles before taking my son to church. We were able to get frozen yogurt in the afternoon and then attempted to go bowling (turns out, our bowling alley is very “busy” on Sunday afternoons and we were turned away.) We were able to go play pinball for an hour and then tried out a new restaurant for dinner. I had to force myself to go with the flow.
Isn’t it time we slowed down and enjoyed this life? We only get one.
I guess this is my declaration of being less busy. I want to enjoy life and stop using “busy” as an excuse to not see family and friends or enjoy the simple things.
What are you doing to prevent being so busy? When was the last time you chatted with a friend on a park bench?