“Oh, I’m so busy.”
Have you ever said this?
Or felt it?
Did you see this as something of which to be proud?
Something about which to brag?
Or at least something to say to fit in?
It’s almost an expectation these days to be “busy”.
To make it known that we are just swamped, with every second of our time eaten up.
We do this even during times intended for leisure, like our evenings and weekends.
“Do you have any plans?”
How much pressure do you feel to answer that with a “yes”?
Almost embarrassed to turn down an invitation, simply to rest?
As if having time not committed to activity is out of the question?
What’s with this obsession around “busy”?
What’s with our obsession with “busy”?
Is “busy” a badge of honor?
To commit all of our time to activity?
Is this activity worthy of our time?
Aligned with our best lives?
Bringing joy, satisfaction, or fulfillment?
What if it’s not activity, but space and rest, we crave?
This isn’t to say busy is something to be avoided.
It might be.
It might not be.
There are plenty of worthy reasons to fill one’s time.
Plenty of worthy reasons to be “busy”.
Yet there’s value in asking what it is about “busy” that calls to us.
A legitimate calling?
Or something else?
A desire to feel useful?
To feel valuable?
These have no time requirements.
These come from within.
From knowing, accepting, and loving yourself.
As you are.
You don’t need to do or be anything but be you.
That alone will shine through any effort you see worthy.
Any purpose to which you are called.
Regardless the time or attention required.
You are worthy of the best life.
A life devoted to as much or as little as you see fit.
You’ve got this.