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My friend and fellow blogger recently posted this little reminder on Facebook:

Glorification of Busy

Yeah, that one hit home real quick and real hard.

You see, for the most part, I take things in stride. I’m a hard worker and a passionate go-getter and I rarely sit around complaining about all the stuff going on. I love my job and my family and my friends and my hobbies and my writing and all of the things that keep me — dare I say it — busy.

But it’s March 1st today. I mean, can you even believe it? March 1st! And I haven’t blogged since February 14th. I’m sure some of you were wondering if Valentine’s Day had finally beat me into quiet, lonely seclusion, leaving me afraid to ever emerge from the shadows again for fear of being faced with that one little, pink heart that would finally push me off a cliff. I promise. My absence had nothing to do with V-Day.

These past two weeks I’ve been… well… busy!

I’ll be honest, though. Every time I felt those words creeping onto my lips, I saw a flash of this saying that my friend posted.

Stop the glorification of busy.

Because being busy, in and of itself, is dumb. It’s the equivalent of running around like a chicken with its head cut off — circle after circle, no purpose, no plan, no end game. But we’re not a bunch of chickens. We’re good at justifying our busyness with all the right reasons.

      • The career woman who hasn’t cooked a decent meal in over a week because she works past eight o’clock each night
      • The dad who hasn’t been home in time to play catch with his son in weeks because things at the office are just crazy
      • The single who’s running back and forth between work and social obligations, yet wonders why there’s never time to meet that special someone
      • The mom who’s buried under piles of laundry and dishes and school activities, unable to squeeze in any of the precious “me” time all the magazines rave about
      • The writer who just can’t find time to write because her real job — the one that pays the bills — is demanding too much of her time
      • The teenager who runs from school to soccer practice to yearbook club to youth group with no clue that the fleeting gift of childhood is meant to be much, much simpler
      • The married couple who hasn’t had a date night — let alone sex — in far too long because by the time the sun goes down they can barely scrounge up the energy to watch an episode of Parks & Recreation before they fall asleep

Instead of standing up and taking account of what we’re missing because of the busyness, we continue in the same patterns. We don’t change a thing. Around and around the hamster wheel we go. We glorify busy.

If only we could pause the hustle and bustle for just a glimpse of what life could be like without some of it, for just a small feeling of the energy and revitalization we’d experience if we could




I don’t know about you, but I could use that right now. And, frankly, I could benefit from a few people in my life hopping off the hamster wheel, too. I feel the disconnect. I sense the tension. I don’t like it.

So I just watched an episode of Shark Tank and am now seriously considering buying washable bamboo paper towels. I’m drinking peppermint tea, writing, and listening to Mat Kearney sing about working in a coffee shop.

Busyness happens. Busyness just for the sake of being busy or keeping up with the Joneses is a choice that’s yours to make.Β As for me, I’m choosing to say no to the glorification of busy.