I have a love/hate relationship with being busy. On one hand, I get the most done when I’m busy (and not just because I have more to do, Smarty McSmarty Pants.) Ben Franklin understands me. He said, “If you want something done, ask a busy person.” On those golden days when I have to-do lists to keep track of my to-do lists, I work like a well-oiled machine.
And yet I also hate being busy because it leaves little time to pursue the unexpected or unplanned.
At some point during the past 30+ years of my life (Notice: a woman over 30 never commits to an actual number), I’ve believed a lie that I will spend the next 30+ years of my life trying to un-believe.
What is it?–
Busyness is evidence of importance.
If the truth were told, I am easily persuaded to measure my day by how busy I’ve stayed, when in reality, being busy doesn’t mean I’ve made my best contribution to the world.
What if I could do less but do it better? What if–instead of focusing on everything I am able to do–I focused on those few things I was made to do?
What if I didn’t put pressure on myself to create Pinterest-worthy everything, but instead vowed to spend my time being present for my friends and family? Don’t get me wrong. I’m a major fan of Pinterest, but I’m a bigger fan of worry-free event planning and guiltless family time.
So here I am on a Thursday morning burning my badge of honor labeled busy and vowing (again!) to distinguish between the urgent and the important. Success, I’m beginning to believe, is less about what you accomplish and more about who you are.
At the end of the day, I want a life of less doing and more being.
Being in God’s presence.
Being with my family.
Being in His Word.
Being with my church.
Maybe our ancestors were onto something when they spent their summer evenings on the front porch sipping lemonade and telling stories. (Fine. Whatever. Maybe they were just hot.) The point is, they spent time together. We have more and better conveniences today than they had, yet we have less free time. How is that possible?
If you can’t find me tonight, look for me on the back deck. I’ll be the one in the rocking chair.
Care to join me?