Am I Really Busy?
It’s something I have been asking myself a lot lately. As a mom of four, you would just assume that I am. I say I am busy, or “we” are busy often, but really, when I get down to it, I don’t think that we are.
I started thinking about this all a few months ago. Trying to keep a mental count of how many times I claimed I was busy. There have been lots of things to get me to this point….a point of questioning.
One example took place a few months ago when some girlfriends and I wanted to plan to meet for a Bible Study. We wanted to gather together to study God’s word and encourage each other and lift each other up in prayer. We bought all the materials, we got everything all set up. We met one time.
We were all too “busy”.
Too busy to study God’s word. Too busy to to encourage friends.
The other day I was working on this here blog and Megan asked me to play a game with her. “I am BUSY” I snapped at her.
Yep, I said it. The blog over my own child. That was when I knew I had lost touch with reality.
What does “busy” even really mean?
Being the dork that I am, I looked up “busy” in the Dictionary and for those who are curious…..Busy (adjective) – actively doing something.
I don’t work out because I am too busy.
I don’t spend quiet time with the Lord because I am too busy.
I don’t call to check on extended family and tell them I love them or just call to say hello because I am too busy.
I neglect friendships because I am too busy.
I neglect my own family because I am too busy.
I don’t get involved with my kids school because I am too busy.
News flash Michelle………stop confusing busy with LAZY.
The word busy means to be actively doing something……yet half of the things I am too busy for, are really things I am just too lazy to do.
I seem to have plenty of time for binge watching Netflix. Scrolling through Instagram. Blogging. Pinterest. Sleeping. I make time for getting pedicures. Going to Target for the 800th time and countless other insignificant things.
Is it good to have time for myself? Of course. But always being quick to pull the “I am busy” card has got to stop.
One of my goals for 2015 was to be more intentional with my relationships, and that means I have to start owning up to the fact that I fall short and that I am just not as busy as I claim to be. I don’t ever want to be the person that is telling family, friends, the people that I love, that I am too busy for them. Because in the end all the meetings, deadlines, appointments and extra fluff won’t matter. The relationships, the people, love….that’s all that really matters.
This past weekend, one of my favorite people went home to be with Jesus after his battle with cancer. To me he will always be Rabbit. My Dad’s best friend. He was family. He and my Dad, best friends for over 70 years. 70 YEARS. That kind of friendship and brotherhood isn’t maintained from being busy. No, he and my Dad talked every single day. Every day. I sure don’t have a friend that I have had for 70 years, I don’t even have one that I have had for 20. And I don’t have a friend that I make sure to talk to daily. Not a one. Because I do not make friendships a priority. I am lazy, not busy.
And that has got to end, because really…
Here’s to being less “busy” in 2015.