Hello, self. YOU CHOSE THIS BUSY LIFE. It’s your own darn fault you’re this busy! It’s not like God ever says, “Thou shalt fill your days full of doing stuff until you feel like your brain leaketh out of your ears.”
And because it’s my own fault, I don’t think I should complain about it (not that I should be complaining about things that aren’t my fault, but you get my drift). I think talking about it and complaining about it only makes it worse. It raises my anxiety level and once again, peace flounders in my heart.
If it’s so bad I need to be talking about it all the time, I need to cut back (and I am, but that’s a post for another day). And I need to stop announcing it to everyone I know. We are ALL busy. How often does one of my friends say, “Gee, a day has so many hours! How to fill them?”
No one needs to know how busy I am. So I’ve tried to stop saying it.
Guys, this is HARD. I am absolutely floored by the number of times I say some variation of, “I’m busy” during a regular day. And when I try and come up with an alternative (say, a friend wants to meet for coffee but I have no free nights until July), I struggle. I try and rework language to say the same thing: “My life is just overflowing with beautiful events and while I would love to have a delicious coffee, it seems that my full calendar would prohibit me from doing so until mid-July.”
Semantics. Also, adjectives.
I think more than anything, this exercise in cutting out “I’m busy” from my vocabulary is making me realize just how busy I am. But again, it’s a beast of my own making and that’s something else to deal with. One of my other action items this month is to “work toward simplicity.” I’m already trying this, and it’s helping clear out some of my daily to-do clutter a little, so I don’t feel quite so busy.
But it’s still my goal to stop saying “I’m busy.” At least it might help curb the mental stress I put on myself by saying it out loud. All the time. If you hear me say/type it, smack me. (Nicely.)