I love this recent NY Times opinion page article about our self-imposed busyness.
Drop me a comment if you’re not too busy…
I opened your e-mail this morning on this article before I opened the newspaper and read this: http://www.news-press.com/article/20120715/COLUMNISTS19/307150001/Field-notes-mother-s-waves-love-never-recede?odyssey=mod|newswell|text|Columnists|p
It looks the the “busy” article struck a nerve with many. I think it’s an American thing. Europeans live better than we do in many ways.
Anyway, Alan and I try NOT to stay busy and we are looking forward to spending time with you and Paul. We can practice being. Yes, being.
Thanks for the link, Marlene. I love it! I agree that it seems to be an American thing in many ways – overachieving and more insecure than ever. We are looking forward to learning from and “being” with you and Alan, as well! I still am amused at the fact that I have to learn how to stop this being overly busy. It’s as though I am programmed to schedule every minute, compelled to be constantly productive, and at the same time, something within is shouting “stop it!” quite loudly. I often wonder, when did we start to think we couldn’t get anything done without all the pressure? When did we decide it was okay to live in fight or flight as the default state?
I’ve been too busy to comment before, but wanted to pop on now and say that becoming an adult and no longer having “play time” is a huge mistake. Why do we think all the trivial things (like organizing my tupperware…Why do I have so many tupperware in the first place?) is going to make us feel better and more relaxed? Good article. We can’t wait until “all our stuff is done” to play…I haven’t seen a playground at a cemetery yet.
Hey, Theresa – no playground at a cemetery – that’s a good one! I love your question about the tupperware. You could replace the word tupperware with almost anything, really, and ask the same question. More play time sounds like a fantastic philosophy to me!
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