Oh, how I disdain that word. You’re busy, I’m busy, everyone’s busy. Busy, buzzing bees. Oh so importantly going about our important business (busy-ness). This is nothing new.
Sometimes it feels like a challenge, a pissing contest. If that’s what you really want, I’m probably the last person you want to start up with. I mean, you don’t really know how busy busy can be if you’ve never cared for twin babies or toddlers, never been outnumbered by under-the-age-of-five offspring, never had a couple kids sick at once or in the hospital (or on the house phone with poison control about one while on hold on your cell phone for another who is vomiting on your blouse), multiple PT appointments a week, doctor visits, pharmacy refills in multiple locations. Three small children messing up the house as you clean it. Plus making space for a pet, a business, writing, DIY home improvements, daily physical and mental exercise to keep sane and healthy, oh and a little one-on-one time with your significant other. It’s not a balancing act, it’s juggling. And balls drop all day, every day and I just pick them up and keep going. You really just don’t want to “go there” with me.
But that makes me sound like I think myself superior, at least in the language of this useless conversation. And I don’t mean to sound like that. Supermom I am NOT. Yet at the risk of exposing the inner Bitch (let’s call her Lizzy; I feel she may be making regular appearances) and alienating friends, I must push on to my point. I just don’t have sympathy for your incessant wolf-cry whine of busy-ness when you’re really just bemoaning the choices you’ve made.
No need for excuses. We all have the same 24 hours in a day. You’re too busy to go to the gym? Maybe you just have a few too many television shows on your DVR. Too busy to help someone in need? Perhaps less internet surfing is in order. Too busy to shower, new mom? It’s five minutes while a baby is sleeping. Working too much? Time to re-evaluate priorities or maybe stand up for yourself at the office. No one makes you do anything. You choose. You always have a choice.
I just hate how being busy has become a fall-back excuse/ explanation/ boast. Just own up to it. So you’re not currently motivated to work out. It’s just not a priority at this time. Fine. You’d rather nap than shower? Your choice- who’s going to judge you? (By the way, if you have Judgy Judgers in your life who say napping isn’t a worthy use of your time, send them packing ASAP. But that’s a whole other post.) You are addicted to your work or feel like the office won’t function without you? Time for a reality check. It’s more likely you are working so hard in order to avoid something else in your life. Or, maybe you simply enjoy it and are willing to put in a lot of time and effort to create awesome results. Either way, your choice again. No excuses or competition required.
I think we would all be a little happier owning our decisions about how we use our time and either accepting the consequences or dividing our 24-hour pie a little differently.
Enough armchair psychology. That’s all the time we have for today.