I’ve always hated the word busy so when I first heard the term “Stop the glorification of busy”, it really stuck with me. Why is it that people think there is some pride to be had in being soooo busy, like it’s some sort of competition for whose life is more important? Why do people feel the need to express how busy they are all the time, as if they must surely be the only person with a lot to do? Why do people look at the idea of sitting down and relaxing or doing something for your own enjoyment as a sign of weakness? While thinking about this post I googled the definition of ‘Busy’ and the description was ‘having a great deal to do’ but the example was ‘he had been too busy to enjoy himself’. How awful is that? Life is short and I, for one, want to enjoy it as much as I can, so the next time I decide I’m too busy to do something fun, I’m going to have a long, hard think about how important the things I’m busy doing really are.

Work Desk

My new work desk looking very neat and tidy for now

I’m sort of in shock that it’s been 12 days since my last post.  I’ve had the entire summer holidays with all the time in the world to do as I wish, but now I’m back in work . This means early wake up calls and full working days but the frustrating part is that I have lots of ideas for blog posts in my head, but I just about have the time and energy to read a blog post, let along write one.

So far this week, I’ve been to dinner with the girls and attended a presentation of certificates all before Dane arrived home for 12 days on Wednesday. We’ve also been to a wedding. I feel a very busy couple of weeks coming on. Excuses excuses…please bare with me.