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A friend told me the other day that she didn’t ask me to help her with something because I’m too busy.  Ouch.

I’ve been thinking about this idea of being “busy.”  Here are a series of random thoughts about being “busy.”

• Life is full right now, for sure.  On top of finishing out a budget year at church and budgeting for the new year, hiring a new staff person, doing premarital counseling & weddings, etc…. on top of all that stuff, our two oldest boys are in baseball, and have games 4 nights a week.
• I don’t think I would change anything right now.  I love what’s happening at church, I love baseball, I love coaching the boys’ teams.  What I miss out on during this season is time with friends, time to read, time to write, to exercise… all stuff for me.  And while I miss those things right now, it will all come back when this season is over.
• The paradox of this season is that I’m starting my days earlier, and getting home later.  I think I read about 2 pages of the novel I’m working on right now before I fell asleep.  (This is why I read “non-literary” novels now.)
• The television is hardly on at our house, it seems.  This is probably a good thing.
• I think of “busy” as an inner state of hurriedness.  While my schedule is quite full right now, I don’t feel hurried or rushed on the inside.  I may be sprinting on the outside, but inside, everything is calm, and fairly focused.
• As much as the people-pleaser in me wants to be everything to everyone, it’s just not possible.  I probably just need to get over it.

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