Shortly after my post about my crazy month, I read an article about how our busyness is all self-imposed and we would all be happier if we were less busy, but we wear our busyness like a badge of honor. (Or, you know, something like that.)
Which I think is true, my busy month is pretty much all self-imposed, except that in my defense, it's not like I've got a kid in five hundred activities on top of five hundred activities of my own. And I kinda just needed to vent.
I would LOVE to be part of a culture that recognizes the importance of idleness and doesn't over-emphasize the importance of keeping busy. Please, sign me up for living in a little villa in the south of France. The problem, of course, is money. How would we make any? Because as much as I don't have to worry about that (thank you, Adam, for being our breadwinner), and as much as I would love to not need it, we kind of do.
I am in this culture where busyness and things are important, and it's hard not to get caught up in it all. Would I rather be in a quaint village with nothing to do? Absolutely. Well, most of the time. Except for those times when I'm desperate for things to do with the girls. But then I'd be required to use my creativity. Like going for more walks and finding a deeper appreciation for nature. Picking wildflowers. Baking more cakes.
I feel like I'm starting to romanticize living in a small village in the south of France. Maybe? Nah. It would be awesome.
The point is, I have to remember that I have control over how much "busy" there is in my life. And just because our society seems to equate busyness with importance, doesn't mean that I have to too.
Here's to a little less To Do and a little more Free Time, for playing with the girls, meeting friends for cheesecake, reading good books, and walking a little more slowly through life.