I read this article from Huffington Post recently, and I was struck by how true parts of it are: We act like being busy is a bad thing. But why?
Honestly, I love having a full schedule.
If I’m at home with nothing to do (and I’m not on the couch sick), I find something to do. Clean out a closet, tackle older “to do” items I haven’t yet gotten to, give Sprout a bath. I don’t typically just watch TV, either: I’m usually multi-tasking, either working out or cooking at the same time. I feel like I’m wasting time if I’m doing nothing.
Since reading the article, I no longer say “I’m busy” with a sigh, like it’s a bad thing. Now, I’m saying it with a smile. “I’m busy!” …because I want to be.
Does that mean that I’m afraid of myself, like the article suggests? I don’t think so. I think I just really dislike being productive. And that isn’t necessarily a bad thing!
What do you think about “busy as a sickness”? Do you agree? Or are you more like me?