Some interesting thoughts here. I know that I am guilty of trying to avoid being alone without some distraction – and lately I’ve been feeling compelled to get rid of all of the distractions and just be.
I don’t know about you, but anytime I am asked, “How’s it going?” I never just say “fine” anymore. Instead, my stock response is always some degree of frazzled. The scale ranges from “busy”, to “crazy busy” to “nutballs.”
The good news is, my answer is usually met with sympathetic response, which is as reassuring as it is depressing.
“Tell me about it! We are, too!”
“I know! Isn’t it insane!”
“There’s never enough time in the day, is there?”
But something changed about a month ago. I bumped into a friend at the gym. Instead of sympathizing when I said I was “crazy busy,” he simply asked,
“Really? So what do you have going on today?”
I had to stop and think for a moment. No one has ever asked me to “describe my busy.” So I conducted a mental review of our calendar before explaining that…
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