If you live in America in the 21st century you’ve probably had to listen to a lot of people tell you how busy they are. It’s become the default response when you ask anyone how they’re doing: “Busy!” “So busy.” “Crazy busy.” It is, pretty obviously, a boast disguised as a complaint. And the stock response is a kind of congratulation: “That’s a good problem to have,” or “Better than the opposite.”
I love this post. Go read it and come back… I’ll wait.
The entire thing is quotable, so I won’t waste time and space with them (you read the post, right?) and just dive in to what it means to me.
Bottom line is: busyness if not a badge of honor, something to strive for, nor something I will force on my children.
Idleness and boredom lead to creativity. To crazy projects. To imagination. To passion.
I want more of that in my life. Not busyness or doing things strictly for money. From now on, my free time will be spent A) with someone I love or B) moving forward some crazy project or idea that I love. Simple as that.
Busyness leads to excuses for not doing all the things you really want to do deep down.
No more excuses.