For those who have been reading a while you may remember that a couple of years ago I decided to get rid of the word “busy” from my vocabulary. There were a number of reasons for doing it and through the process I discovered two things:
1. Life is what you make of it. Each day we are faced with choices about how we spend our time, what we prioritise and what we commit to. There is no denying that there are times when the choices are limited or not really our own and yet most of the time, we make the call about what we will do and when we will do it, or not do it as the case may be.
2. There are a lot of words you can substitute for “busy”. In the end I accepted this and found that by using other words, I was thinking more carefully about what I was feeling and why I was feeling what I was feeling.
By deliberately removing the word “busy” from my life I was much clearer about the activities I commited to and the rhythm of my life and it was good. It felt so good to escape the “I’m so busy” world that I’d found myself trapped in.
Since Bear was born that has gone out the window. In the ‘adjustment phase’ that I’m in (that seems to last 12months for me) the only rhythm I’ve been thinking about his his, mainlygetting him into one, and keeping Bliss in hers. I’ve committed to activities I shouldn’t have and found myself constantly feeling overwhelmed, letting others down, working ’til middnight, getting no clearning done and so my house looks like a bunch of crazy people have moved in and now I’m here writing this post on a Thursday when I know people don’t read my blog much on Thursdays! I’m….busy.
And so, I’m learning again. Back to square one.
I’m slowly releasing myself of the obligations I took on to soon. Slowly starting to make good choices again and slowly, but deliberately, considering the way I speak about my life. After all, everyone’s busy.