I usually have a lot going on in my life. I’m a mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. I work. I travel and write for fun. I make sure to manage my health with a balanced diet, a little exercise, and adequate rest so as not to sink into the depths of depression. I have been known to cook a meal, wash a load of laundry, and clean a toilet or two when necessary.
No doubt about it; I’m busy.
But, isn’t everyone?
No, really. I’m asking. Because I don’t consider myself anymore busy than most people in today’s society -most of us wear multiple hats and juggle several responsibilities at the same time - and yet I’ve noticed lately that other people comment frequently on how busy I am.
“I didn’t call because I knew you were busy.”
“I really appreciate what you did because I know how busy you are.”
“I don’t want to ask because you’re so busy.”
I’ve been told more than once that I “have a lot going on” - and I do - but I don’t think I have more going on than the average person.
So why do I appear to be busier than most people?
I have to admit, this bothers me a little. I wonder if I’m doing a lot of complaining or coming off as frenzied, neither of which I particularly want to do. Are my interactions with people rushed? I don’t want my perceived busyness to make me less approachable to the people I care about. I don’t want people to assume that I value my time more than theirs, because I don’t. I know we all have stuff to do and we make adjustments and arrangements to fit in the things that matter most to us. I appreciate that your schedule is just as packed and equally as precious as my own.
I don’t want the reputation of a busy person.
Efficient? Active? Productive? Sure. But not busy - and certainly not too busy.
I’m never too busy for the things that matter most. It’s important to me that the people who matter know that.