When asked how we're doing, our reply is almost always, "Busy! So busy busy busy."
Why do we do this to ourselves? Is it validation that we're living full lives?
I read an article this morning called "The 'Busy' Trap" and it reminded me of my own journey in the last couple days.
I had a breakdown the other night. I ended up crying my eyes out because Ryan helped me to realize how incredibly unhappy I've been lately. My obsession with staying "busy" had my insides wound so tightly that I was irritable and snappy.
When I "fail" at checking off enough to-do list items at the end of each day, I beat myself up. The word "fail" is important here. What a terrible, hurtful way to talk to myself.
As much as I try to create an environment of kindness (see: The Kind List), I've sunk into this place where productivity is everything. I started measuring my worth by how many hours I worked.
Sounds pretty dramatic, right?
The scary thing is, I'm not the only one giving in to this mindset. It's becoming an unreachable standard in society that we have a million things going on at once. School, work, side projects, hobbies, health, kid stuff, house stuff, pet stuff and on and on. There's so much pressure.
I see it on Facebook and Twitter every day. People proudly declaring how frantic and tired they are all the time.
I thought, "Hey, if I'm not like them, I must be doing something wrong."
That's a bunch of bull crap.
What's the point in running myself into the ground if I'm not happy in the end? It's a lessen I seem to relearn over and over again. I don't have to prove anything to anyone. Period.
• No working after 8 p.m.
• Meditate daily
• No multitasking
• Get outside and enjoy the fresh air
• Only check social media during breaks (not every 5 minutes)
That's my starting point.
Do you have similar rules you follow?
I'd love to hear about your experiences with the "busy" trap.