The last couple of weeks have just been stupidly busy in my world and last night, as I collapsed on the sofa, it got me thinking. Am I too busy? What is too busy? Is being this busy actually doing us any good? I fear that with Christmas only a hop, skip and a jump away now it’s only going to get worse.
Even when we ask each other how we’re doing these days, the generic reply is always “Good yeah, busy” or “fine, busy” or something along those lines. The lovely Maxabella mentioned this in her workshop at the Problogger conference earlier this year and it has stuck with me every since.
‘Busy’ has almost become an emotion rather than an occasional state of being.
If I have a busy day ahead (which is more often than not these days) I waking up feeling flustered. My breathing gets quicker and my heart rate rises. Almost immediately I’m stressed, just at the mere thought of getting everything I need to get done that day. I start yelling at the kids for no reason other than they’re just not moving at my pace “Do they not realised how much we have to fit in today – why are they going so slowly??”
I automatically associate being busy with being stressed. When I think about it, I don’t see ‘busy’ as a positive. When Mr asks how my day has been, if it was a busy one, I always respond with something along the lines of “I was so busy today it was a nightmare, the kids were driving me mad, nothing went the way it was supposed to, and all I want to do now is lie down in a dark room!” Yet if I’ve had a quietist day, my response is always the total opposite.
So why do I do it to myself?, why do I take on so much that it leaves me feeling stressed and overwhelmed? Why do I cram so much into a week that by the time I reach Sunday night, I collapse on the sofa and congratulate myself for making it to end, rather than reflecting on what I’ve done or learnt or how much I laughed. Most of the time I can’t even remember what even did.
I’m also missing out on so much too. So many personal emails and cups of tea and chats with dear friends are getting pushed onto the back burner because I’m just ‘too busy’. Really they should be a priority!
The other thing that is really bugging me, is that I’m teaching my kids how to be stressed without even realising I’m doing it. With so many activities going on they never get the chance to just ‘be’. To do nothing, to relax, to be……..god forbid, bored. I spend so much time taking them from pillar to post they are not learning how to do nothing. No wonder they whinge like the world is ending when they’re bored – they have no idea how to entertain themselves.
Stressed out, busy and rushing are really not the words I want to use to describe my days nor do I want my kids to think this is normal. So I’m setting myself a challenge to reevaluate how we do things for 2015 and once I have my plan, I promise to share it all with you.
How would you describe your week in three words??
Have you fallen into the ‘busy’ trap too or have you got any tips to help me change?