I've seen this around a lot lately:
On pinterest, in blog posts, on facebook.
And I have to say I'm guilty.
I'm busy all the time.
I accept "Oh, you are so busy!" and "How do you get everything done?" and similar platitudes as praise.
I have made "Busy, Busy, Busy" my calling card and badge of honor.
Then, I wake up panicked in the middle of the night thinking about all the things I have to do.
I get busy, I get tense, I fall behind, I get stressed.
Apparently, I must like it that way, because I am having a terrible time trying to change.
What the hell is wrong with me? Don't answer that.
It's just that I am just interested in lots of things.
And I like to share the things I'm interested in. I like to teach. I like to help. I like to do.
It's not such an awful thing, but I want to work on glorifying relaxation. Peace. Family bonfires. Naps. Porch rockers.
But first, I need to finish a few things. . . .