“I’m sooooo busy”

by robinhardwick

I’ve been meaning to write how crazy it drives me when someone has to declare to you how busy they are. You know who are busy? Single parents that need to work two full-time service jobs to feed their kids. Perhaps those just out of grad school starting at a firm. The President of the United Sates, one could say, is busy.

But most people, upper-middle class professionals without children? No, I don’t want to hear how busy you are, because you are not. Most of what you do is your own choice, you can scale back to not be busy. Sure, you love being part of a performing group (as many of my aquaintances are) or planning a wedding, etc., but that’s on you. You can scale back on those things. Part of the business is also staying out late and drinking too much (“I can’t believe I’m doing this again!”) which makes you feel busier. I’m not saying don’t do that,but be honest with yourself. And mostly, don’t use it as something to brag about to others, to make yourself matter.  Also, when you run into a friend you haven’t seen for a while, and they say “I’m so sorry I haven’t called, I’ve just been so busy,” guess what, THEY ARE JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU. If you mattered,they would call, or text, or drop by, or ask you to grab a meal.

Here’s a less cynical view of it:

I am not asking how many items are on your to-do list, nor asking how many items are in your inbox. I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.

Tell me you remember you are still a human being, not just a human doing. Tell me you’re more than just a machine, checking off items from your to-do list. Have that conversation, that glance, that touch. Be a healing conversation, one filled with grace and presence.

-The Disease of Being Busy