Despite the title, this is not one of those posts where I wax philosophical about how incredibly busy I am.
I’m also not going to detail for you all the tasks that are keeping me so busy that I don’t have the time or emotional wherewithal to come up with some new inspired piece of prose. Or even something witty but stupid.
I mean I could easily do either of those things. Especially the detailing. I mean the list I could produce to show you my case of the busy would be impressive. Especially if I produced both a “To Do” list and “It’s Done” list.
But I’m not going to do that. Why? Because I have my suspicions that you’re in the midst of some busy too. Everyone I talk to lately seems to be in a rush (even if it’s just to hurry up and wait) or in a tizzy, or at some serious crossroads in their life. I used to think that November was just MY personal hell month. My personal case of the busy… but I’ve since realized that my life is in a perpetual state of busy.
Except for those moments that I stop to take a breath.
But I hurry about getting other things done as quickly as I can just so I can spare that special down time. I seem to be rushing so that I can ensure I have family dinner with my husband and child. So I can be certain I’ll have the time to lay down and read stories to K. So that, without doubt, I can walk more slowly to school with her to collect fresh leaves for a class project. So I can take the time to answer K’s questions. So I can make to time to make Mike a pot of coffee.
And so I can sit here and type out a post about how busy I am… And he is. And she is. And you are.
Okay, move along. We both have things to do.
2 thoughts on “a serious case of the busy”
Don’t forget Christmas shopping!
No need to smack me!
Teehee… I think its this time of year…