A friend asked me yesterday what my December looked like and, instinctively,
I began to reply "busy." "Busy" is how I always respond, and it's become second nature
to have it ready to fire off in response to any question.
"Hey, haven't seen you in a while, how's it going?"
Great, but busy.
"We missed you last week, where were you?"
Sorry, I've been busy.
"Hey, how's your family?"
So freaking busy, how's yours?
And Busy becomes this black hole that mysteriously abducts us away from the humble
"Hey, haven't seen you in a while, how's it going?"
Great, but busy.
"We missed you last week, where were you?"
Sorry, I've been busy.
"Hey, how's your family?"
So freaking busy, how's yours?
And Busy becomes this black hole that mysteriously abducts us away from the humble
land of availability. I've lately been reminded though thatevery one's busy.
They're just not all shouting it from the rooftop.
I think we often make the mistake of assuming that our worth somehow corresponds
I think we often make the mistake of assuming that our worth somehow corresponds
with how busy we are. I've done it myself--advised dating friends that if a guy calls,
tell him you're busy. You're in demand.
You're just sooooo tied up with fabulous things that make you busy, busy, busy.
When I worked in the nursing home in high school, I remember laughing listening to the residents as they gathered in the lounge... While most of them had spent their days sleeping, knitting, wandering the halls, at night those banal routines transformed into embellished stories of just how very busy they were. And whether or not their tales were altered by dementia, it was obvious they understood the idea that they were admired,
When I worked in the nursing home in high school, I remember laughing listening to the residents as they gathered in the lounge... While most of them had spent their days sleeping, knitting, wandering the halls, at night those banal routines transformed into embellished stories of just how very busy they were. And whether or not their tales were altered by dementia, it was obvious they understood the idea that they were admired,
even just within the small community of wheelchairs, if they spent their
days tied up with very important things.
"What did you do today, Florence?"
"Well, funny you should ask, Lloyd. I was so busy."
I'm tired of the word busy. Try saying it over and over--it's annoying. I've been busy all year (I swear I'm going to stop saying busy), and it's time to take a tip from those old people and take some time to slowly shuffle along and enjoy the season.
"What did you do today, Florence?"
"Well, funny you should ask, Lloyd. I was so busy."
I'm tired of the word busy. Try saying it over and over--it's annoying. I've been busy all year (I swear I'm going to stop saying busy), and it's time to take a tip from those old people and take some time to slowly shuffle along and enjoy the season.
I'm convinced that makes us significant just as much as crazy schedules, if not more.
So if you need me, I will be doing lots of what you see below.
So if you need me, I will be doing lots of what you see below.
Not so much the decorating... but the loving, living and shuffling slowly along with my littles, my hubby and my sister - enjoying the season.
I pray you can too.
melting snowman cookies Bethany and Ailey made together... so yummy!
And look who's *almost crawling. She is so stinking close. I imagine any day now we'll be seeing her actually crawl. But for now her rolling routine pretty much takes sister anywhere she wants to go.
