Too busy for plenty

I’m busy. You’re busy. The world is busy. I hate busy. I hate the excuse of busy. Yet, I even felt myself feeling almost too ‘busy’ to write this post, after reading reflections on our busy-ness here, here, and here.

In case this affliction plagues you, I’ll give you the highlights:

From the original source: Tim Kreider of the New York Times with“The Busy Trap”.

Almost everyone I know is busy. They feel anxious and guilty when they aren’t either working or doing something to promote their work. They schedule in time with friends…

Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day.

As Holly wrote about this article:

The point of the article is that most often, we choose to be busy…

We’re complaining about something that is completely within our control.

For me, it all comes back to this passage:

“Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence or a vice… The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections…it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done.”

Last Sunday, my dad sent me an article to read. On Friday, I finally got around to reading it. Fr. Ron Rolheiser writes about “The Spirituality of Non-Hurrying”, stating:

God didn’t make a mistake in creating time, God made enough of it, and when we can’t find enough time … we need to see this as a sign that sooner or later we had better make some changes. When we hurry too much and for too long we end up doing violence to time, to ourselves, and to our blood pressure.

Uniting all of these reflections came forth today during a sermon. The oft told miracle of the loaves and fishes was the gospel and therefore, I thought I knew where our young priest was going with this message. Nope.

Think of a night when you walk into your home. You are hungry. You open the fridge. Plenty of food, it’s not what you want. Open the cupboards: chips, crackers, fruit, etc. Not what you are hungry for.

Now imagine that cupboard has your name on it. You open it up. It is all the blessings and gifts in your life. But it’s not what you want. You want more. You hunger for more.

But, until you hand that control over, you’ll never be satisfied. That spiritual hunger will continue.  Handing over the control, taking a rest and giving it over to God. God wants to multiple the good in your life- but we have to let him do so.

Tim, Holly, Frs. Ron and Frank are all saying the same thing: STOP. Slow down. So often we can be ‘too busy’ trying to stuff our lives, when really we need to take a break. Enjoy what we have, be thankful for it. Be in the moment, THIS MOMENT.

If we don’t stop being busy and rushing about, we’ll miss the opportunities that abound. And who knows, maybe when we hand over that control, that need to have ‘busy’ fill up our lives, we’ll recognize the gifts that we do have. And even encounter their miraculous enhancement to our lives.

And that is not something I want to be ‘too busy’ to experience.


5 responses

  1. Reblogged this on Say Yes! Change Things. and commented:

    Hi all,

    Struck in the busyness of my own life, I found myself compelled by this past blog. Apologies if you wanted something new, but the words of these writers really spoke to me again today?

    How do you remind yourself to stay non-busy and reflective? As I start another semester of school, I know this is crucial and would love your thoughts!

  2. Pingback: Choosing Non-Busyness | Choose Your Own Journey

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