Title is an Ode to my Dad’s Mississippi-isms…
Definition of BUSY
1 a: engaged in action b: being in use busy
2 : full of activity
3 : foolishly or intrusively active
4 : full of distracting detail busy design
As a recovering workaholic I can say one thing – I KNOW BUSY. Not busy like “oh gosh I have so much to do today,” but busy like “oh my GOD it has been 14 hours since I ATE anything!” Being a “one man band” in business for the last 7 years has been both the best and worst thing I have ever done – especially in terms of “busy.”
But lately I have been just the opposite. I don’t know if it is from being rocked so hard emotionally with my surgery, or if I am just completely burnt out, but the last several months have been deliciously… UN-busy. Well, at least in the way it used to be.
In the last 2 months I have begun to feel like I was in control of my life again – taking time for the things that really matter and the things I really enjoy. These things don’t make me feel “busy”… they make me feel happy. I have spent time with my family, learned to cook a few things – or in the matter of Cake Pops, a few hundred things – I have started a Garden, worked on my Life List, made time for my friends, made NEW friends, started taking better care of my health… and stopped taking everything so damn seriously.
So the question is my life too busy or not busy enough…? By definition my life is incredibly busy. I am “engaged in action” remembering what is important. I am “being in use” loving my friends and family. I am “full of activity” with the people I love the most. I am “foolishly and intrusively active” working hard on my Life List, and getting deliriously happy finding who *I* am again. And I am “full of distracting detail busy design” by letting nothing get in my way of enjoying life. No. Matter. What.
So yes, I guess my life is busy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.