I haven’t written a blog post in two weeks because I’ve been too busy. I’m not accustomed to this. I should clarify that… I’m always busy at work. But in real life, I avoid being burdened with more than I can or want to do. I’d like to say that I’m too busy to exercise, but the truth is I’m just too lazy.
When people talk about how busy they are, I don’t know if they’re complaining or bragging. Am I supposed to be impressed or feel sorry for them? I feel especially bad for kids with busy lives. The ones who have a schedule for every waking moment. I understand parents wanting their kids to be well-rounded and to have activities that keep them out of trouble, but when do they have time to daydream, play, create and just be a kid?
Some people thrive on being busy, but I’m not a fan. When I have a busy weekend, even if it’s doing things I enjoy, I feel like I didn’t have a weekend at all. I believe that taking time to do nothing is just as important as trying to do everything.
I was crazy busy when I was single. I had to work two jobs to stay afloat. I owned a home, which is like having another job. Plus, I had two kids which is another full-time job – Just ask any stay-at-home mom! Now that I’m married, I only have to work one job and my husband does way more than I do around the house. This leaves a lot more time for the pursuit of happiness.
Recently though, I’ve been a busier than usual. This is temporary and will soon be back to normal. But, in the mean time, I’m not getting everything done that needs to be done. For instance, I normally pray every night. The week of Easter (also known as Holy Week), I found myself unusually busy. When I finally sat down to pray I realized that it had been a few days. I said to God, “This is your biggest week of the year and I’ve barely spoken to you!”
Isn’t that how it is with being busy? We’re getting so much done and yet getting nothing done. We put the important stuff on the back burner to get all this busy-ness done. Whether it’s a blog, God, home, family or friends, something gets neglected when we get busy. Worst of all, we neglect ourselves. We put ourselves on whatever is behind the back burner. When things finally slow down, we find ourselves shoved in the back of a cabinet somewhere and say “Hey, I remember you.”
When you read this, I hope you’ll remember to take some time for yourself. Pencil yourself in. Pull yourself out of that dark cabinet, dust yourself off and take yourself out for ice cream. Lie on a hammock. Look for shapes in the clouds. Take time to appreciate the flower bed that you’ve worked so hard on. Do nothing. As long as it’s something just for you that you would really appreciate you doing for you!