Wow, is it May already? The first half of the year has just whizzed by and I find myself just about to tell you that I’ve been sooooooo busy. But I catch myself. Because lately, I’ve come to realise that we say it so often, and loosely, with so little thought, that I don’t know what it means to be busy anymore.
Busyness. We wear it as a badge that marks our importance, and sometimes as a convenient excuse. We’re too busy to meet up with friends. Too busy to spend time with family. Too busy to get around to chores in the house. Too busy to exercise. Too busy for a vacation. Too busy to eat right. Too busy to blog.
Truth is, we make choices. About what’s important and how we want to spend our time. Busyness cannot become a mindless black hole that sucks up life.
I’m typing this post while waiting for my flight home from Fukuoka, Japan. The past week has been a glorious break from crazy work schedules and everything else that comes with it. We’ve spent the past couple of days happily enveloped in beautiful spring weather, gorgeous flower blooms, and the wonderful Japanese culture and people. Have I been busy? Maybe. I really don’t know. But I do know I’ve chosen to find some time to smell the roses. and they smell pretty great!