I have felt busy lately. Busy is a relative term though. My busy is not necessarily someone else’s busy. This I gathered from the scornful look on my husbands face as he listened to me complaining to a visiting friend the other day.
Well, to me, I’m busy. “Just because you choose to get up at 4:30 in the morning and drive 3 ½ hours to work at a business that we both rely on for survival and play things doesn’t mean I don’t feel busy when I roll out of bed at 7 (or sometimes later) and tackle my day”.
I can’t help wondering if he thinks that doing housework, grocery shopping, laundry, meal planning and preparation are “fun” little things for me because they don’t take much brain power. I have work obligations and non-paid-for obligations. My long weekend was filled to the brim with volunteer work. Is it unworthy because there is not a pay cheque at the end of it? Maybe. I don’t know. I’m starting to question myself.
All I know is that I couldn’t find two minutes to trim my nails and so finally grabbed the clippers while sitting on the toilet. Multi-tasking! I’m thinking it is a pretty sure sign that life is hectic when you can’t do that one sacred thing without having to do something else at the same time. Apart from reading the paper, I’ll bet money that no man has ever done any other job while doing that job. (I’m sorry Jacquie, I imagine you are cringing at this.)
That was about three days ago and I still haven’t found the time to file my nails smooth after clipping them. This proves that multi-tasking is not the way to go. You cannot do a good job of anything when you don’t have your full attention on it.
I recently read about a movement in Europe named Slow Food, which “establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle.” From this spawned the Slow Movement which declares itself a cultural shift toward slowing down life’s pace.
“I like it!” she says after popping the last bite of breakfast in her mouth while typing this. Sigh.