Hi Stan, how are you?
Busy, I replied, as if I was proud of it.
Actually, I was proud of it, it meant that I was doing something with my life.
I thought of being busy as a status symbol. Silly me.
I was so busy that I didn’t have time to think if what I was doing really mattered, so busy I didn’t even know if I was doing fine or not.
When I was spending time with people, I was thinking about what I had to do after, while I was doing what I “had” to do after, I was thinking of the next activity. I was never fully present. Instead of doing much, I was actually missing out on everything.
Travelling changed my busyness to busyless.
I finally had the freedom to see how I was feeling, what made me happy and whether I was going somewhere. I had the freedom to enjoy what I was doing instead of thinking of what was next.
I was not busy anymore, but I was happy. I was living.
By now, my situation is back to “normal”. I’m paying bills, maintaining relationships and maintaining myself. However, one thing changed. Every time I catch myself saying I’m busy, I know I have to change something.
I figure out if what I’m doing contributes to my goals, and cut out what doesn’t. Then I figure out if what I’m doing can’t be done with less time. Sometimes it’s as simple as implementing a template, using better tools, using the power of computers to automate tasks or by hiring a professional. Sometimes I can combine things such as doing my social media or emails while commuting on the bus or taking the bike to work instead of spending time in traffic and going to the gym after.
When someone asks you how you are, and you reply you’re busy, start wondering what you can cut out or simplify.
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