Yesterday, I read an article which sent me. The subject matter is something that I’ve been considering for quite a while as I think to how we spend countless weekends bouncing from one thing to the next before finally crashing on Sunday night and going our separate ways again on Monday morning. The title of the article?
Busy is a sickness
The article really resonated with me. Ever since having kids especially, I just feel like there’s not time for anything because we’re always so booked up with menial things.
This year, all that changes. We’ve both committed to giving one another more time to ourselves just do whatever we choose or to reserving much more time in the month for nothing but family time. And if that means saying no to a birthday party, then so be it.
As a society, we have become very good at being busy in the name of feeling accomplished. And the article nailed me when it said:
I don’t know about you, but anytime I am asked, “How’s it going?”, I never just say “fine” anymore. Instead, my stock response is always some degree of frazzled. The scale ranges from “busy” to “crazy busy” to “nutballs.”
I’m done with it. So 2016 is the year that we say goodbye to this particular rat race and just focus on relaxing a bit more.
