Are you “too busy” ?
What does that mean anyways….too busy. Why did this become a thing? I feel like it really only becomes a thing once you have kids or if you work in corporate america. I only say that because those are the only two situations that have ever caused me to utter those words.
Then I stumbled upon simple living. Simple living is a concept that came to me during meditation when I was going through cancer. It kind of popped up out of nowhere and stood out to me. The charm of this thought stuck with me. Simple living. What was this exactly? And, how did it relate with being busy?
My spirit was telling me I needed this. I was all ears because I knew that after my treatment was over, I wanted a different life than what I had before.
My life before was a rat race. Same old stupid stuff everyday that was leaving me dry and miserable. Working full time, not much of a social life, didn’t like where I was living, didn’t like where I was working, didn’t like much at all, actually.
I always had yearning for something different. Something more simple.
So, one day I really started to think of what that might be. I immediately imagined moving to some tropical place like Costa Rica or Bali and teaching yoga and living out of a backpack. It was so NOT me, but I thought the idea sounded fun.
Then my treatment ended and I decided to travel to Europe to see some family and figure out my next move.
I ended up moving back to Southern California and got a full time job since I had to, gotta pay the bills, right? But this time, I was going to live differently. I decided to only make plans with people I really wanted to hang out with. I didn’t over-schedule my life. I only bought the furniture I really needed. I had more nights without TV, just reading or doing yoga or meditating…. and I liked it.
4 years later and I’ve still honed this skill of saying no more, not over-scheduling my life and limiting what I spend my time doing.
I feel like when we are “too busy” we are hiding from something. Why is it so awful just being? What’s so bad about just hanging out with ourselves or our families? Are we afraid of what we may find if we don’t live up to what society thinks is important?