I have always hated quitting. But I’m going to confess to you that I have decided to be a quitter right here and now.
I’m quitting busy. Yeah, we are through. Sayonara, sucker!
Excuse the language, but that is exactly what busy is, a sucker. A joy sucker. A peace sucker. A life sucker.
Is this going to be easy? No. I am ready to acknowledge that this separation is going to hurt. It’s going to be like getting rid of a very bad boyfriend. It’s going to keep trying to come back into my life. It will get ugly. But I’m willing to take the risk, because the risk of not quitting busy is far too dangerous.
I risk missing the joys of friendships, precious moments with my husband, seeing the delight in my daughter’s eyes as she describes her latest adventure, and even… missing sweet fellowship with Jesus.
All because I’m just too busy for it right now.
I know I’ve missed moments in my life because of this pest called busy. How many more am I willing to miss?
Busy also has the tendency to force guilt on me…
“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be taking a nap in the middle of the day. You are going to waste your time.”
“You shouldn’t be here swinging your child on the swing for an hour, you have important stuff to do.”
“Really? Doesn’t your husband understand that you have things to do? How can he expect you to have time to sit down with him right now. He totally doesn’t understand how much you do!”
You see why Busy and I cannot go on like this? I know life will always be full, but I don’t have to let the busyness of life control me.
But before I quit busy, I need to address the underlying issue. I secretly love busy. Yes, I know love is a strong word, but only strong love affairs distract you from enjoying all the other relationships in your life.
Why do I love busy? This confession is going to hurt a little. I love busy because it makes me feel important. It makes me feel needed. It makes me feel useful.
I love busy because it makes me feel like somebody. Ouch!
How awful is that? I need busy to help confirm my identity.
What a lie! Busy shouldn’t be telling me who I am. That’s God’s job.
See how dangerous this four letter word is. It will strip us of our true identity while it sits back and watches us run ourselves crazy.
So, practically what does this look like for me?
- I’m going to have to use the word “no” more often. But that isn’t totally negative because this means I will be able to say “yes” to many things in life that really matter.
- I’ll have to give up the good things in life for the great things.
- I’ll need to pay closer heed to the voice of my Sweet Jesus. He knows what things are important and what things are not.
- I’ll have to choose to live fully in the moment.
But, oh, the sweet benefits of not being busy!
When someone needs to see the love of Jesus in me, I won’t be in too big of a hurry not to notice them.
When my family needs my full attention, I’ll be there for them.
When Jesus wants to have a conversation with me in the middle of the day it means I will be able to sit down and chat. It doesn’t matter about what. It just matters that I can.
Busy, I’m so over you.
“Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and to either of these ends there must be forethought, system, planning, intelligence, and honest purpose, as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing.” ― Thomas A. Edison