About Busyness That Still Rings True (Six Months Later)

I came here to share about the insidious nature of busyness. I wanted to share how sad it makes me that life gets so busy for me and the people around me. We schedule in pockets of time for the people we love because of the demands of our jobs and all the "have-tos" in between. The people who hold us and love us get scraps. Whatever is left.

We're all responsible.

Of course we're too busy to make time for Margarita Mondays and random trips to the beach. Of course it's easy to not text back your best friend or have spontaneous game nights. We're so busy with things that won't outlast our relationships.

I don't like it. It makes me sad. It feels lonely. It feels like conforming. It feels like in our pursuits to honor God and love others, we're actually forgetting our people and God.

I shouldn't have to wake up at 5 a.m. to be with God.

I shouldn't have to schedule time with loved ones six weeks in advance.

I shouldn't choose between bridal showers and brunches over Sabbath.

The people I love shouldn't feel unimportant by me.

Self care shouldn't be a reward.

Rest shouldn't be a reward.

Quality time shouldn't be a reward.

So why is it?

Why do I have to console myself with positive reframes and looking at the bright side?

"It is what it is" doesn't cut if for me anymore.

I wrote the words above in December. Almost seven months ago, and I read them knowing the only things that's changed is how much more this rings true now.

I've made up my mind, and I am not staying here. The busyness can go to hell while I go to God.