Isn't it amazing how people are busy ALL the time?
It's almost become a mark of who is working harder - a sign of success - if they have somewhere to be or something to do. Always too busy to do that chore, or make that call, or sit on the floor and play tea party for just a few minutes.
Is that really true though?
For the majority of my adult life I've been running around like I had no time to get it all done. Doesn't matter what's going on, there is always some looming deadline I create for myself. It as if I need that stress to feel validated and keep moving forward. I try to do everything at once and it makes me feel two steps behind.
What I notice as I get older is a change in my perception of time.
I see it as the highest value of currency in my life.
Time is the only thing that we cannot get back. Nothing else in life is so fragile and so fleeting.
Yet here people are, frivolously spending that most precious piece of life on trivial tasks and chores. Competing over who can spend the fastest. Wasting it away.
I'm reminded, sometimes the hard way, that I need to step away. I need to balance my time the way I manage my money, and count my calories.
I don't want my value based on what I'm doing or what I have but who I have, and what I put into those relationships.
In the end, all anyone wants is more time. The least I can do is be conscious and deliberate in the way I spend it.