Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
Years ago I told the head of one of my states most important departments that the reason I thought she should take a vacation was because she didn’t think she could, she had too much work to do. I convinced her and she took a short vacation to the Bahamas and came back refreshed and substantially more efficient then she was before she left.
I too have often deluded myself in the past thinking that I was too important and too busy to relax and take care of myself. Of course it usually was a mistake. In effect I was too busy to do what I needed to do. I know that the quality of our work and even our lives suffer when we are too rushed to do our best.
Here is a recent article written by Alexandra Franzen that is worth reading as she knows what will make our lives more livable.
When you “don’t have time” is when you need it most of all.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!!!”
I’m late for my scheduled workout, rushing, frizzle-frazzled, scrambling to lace up my sneakers and fix my hair into a ponytail and fill up my water bottle all at the same time, wishing I had octopus arms to wrangle everything in my life eight times faster.
I pour out a whirlwind of apologies — crazy week, too much to do, writing deadlines, and oh, that restaurant that somehow I’m running now on the weekends. Free time: nonexistent. Sanity: tenuous.
“Are you OK? Do you have time to work out twice a week like we planned?” Justin asks me, concerned, picking up on my frenzied state of mind.
The hysterical part of me wants to say, “NO!! OBVIOUSLY I DON’T HAVE TIME!”
But the calmer, smarter part of me replies, “Yes. I have time. I mean, I don’t have time. But I’ll make the time. I need this.”
There’s an anonymous quote I found on the Internet once: “If you don’t make time for fitness now, you will have to make time for sickness later.” The same could be said for many things that we struggle to “make time” for: sleep, art projects, rest, time off, travel, touch, quality time with loved ones. Neglecting those basic necessities carries a high price tag, sooner or later.
Back at the gym: I finish my workout and walk back to my car feeling calm, clear and strong. I return to my computer and settle into my desk. My to-do list hasn’t gotten any shorter, of course. I still have a mountain of things to do. Yet somehow, post-workout, my workload feels more manageable. My gym visit didn’t ruin or derail my too-busy-day. Just the opposite. It centered me so that I could finish my day successfully.
The funny irony is that just when you think you “don’t have time” for fitness (sleep, touch, a meal, a deep breath, five minutes of quiet, etc.) that’s exactly when you need it most of all.
Hopefully I will remember that, the next time I am hysterically thinking about skipping yoga because I’m just-tooooo-busy-omg.
Taking care of myself is never a waste of time.
“I wanted to figure out why I was so busy, but I couldn’t find the time to do it.”
Students attending a prestigious Medical School were asked to define the following terms:
Antibody: Against everyone.
Artery: The study of fine paintings.
Bacteria: Back door to a cafeteria.
Cardiology: Advance study of poker playing.
Coma: Punctuation mark.
Enema: Not a friend.
False Labor: Pretending to work.
Gallbladder: Bladder in a girl.
Menopause: I no wait.
Microbes: Small dressing gowns.
Protein: In favor of teens.
Tablet: Small table.
“Lead us not into temptation. Just tell us where it is; we’ll find it.”
A Sunday School teacher asked her pupils, “Now, children, do you all say your prayers at night?” Little Johnny’s hand shot up, “Miss, My Mommy says my prayers.” “Oh, I see,” said the teacher, “and what does your Mother say?” “THANK GOD HE’S IN BED!” says little Johnny.
A guy shows up late for work. The boss yells “You should have been here at 8:30!” he replies: “Why? What happened at 8:30?”
Waiters and waitresses are becoming nicer and much more caring. I used to pay my check, they’d say “Thank you.” That graduated into “Have a nice day.” That’s now escalated into “You care of yourself, now.” The other day I paid my check – the waiter said, “Don’t put off that mammogram.”
Sharon tells her best friend Ruth, “I’ve broken off my engagement to Monty.”
“Oh Sharon,” says Ruth, “I’m so sorry. Why?”
“Because my feelings towards Monty have changed – they just aren’t the same anymore,” replies Sharon.
“So tell me,” whispers Ruth, “are you giving him back the engagement ring?”
“No I’m not,” replies Sharon, “my feelings towards the ring haven’t changed.”
“They say that guns don’t kill people, people kill people. Well I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled BANG, I don’t think you’d kill too many people.”
When I was introduced to a couple visiting our congregation, I decided to remember their names by noting they were the same as those of two characters in a popular children’s story.
After the services I stopped to talk to them, and as they were saying goodbye I teased, “Be careful going up that hill! But you must get that all the time.”
They smiled politely but said nothing. After they left, my wife asked, “What was that all about?”
“Jack and Jill. Up the hill. Remember?” I said.
“Yes, but what does that have to do with,” she pointed to the couple, “Dick and Jane?”
“The years between 50 and 70 are the hardest. You are always asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.”
T S Eliot
A pious man, who had reached the age of 105, suddenly stopped going to church. Alarmed by the old fellow’s absence after so many years of faithful attendance, the pastor went to see him. He found him in excellent health, so the pastor asked, “Why after all these years don’t we see you at services anymore?”
The old man lowered his voice. “I’ll tell you, reverend,” he whispered. “When I got to be 90, I expected God to take me any day. But then I got to be 95, then 100, then 105. So, I figured that God is very busy and must’ve forgotten about me, and I don’t want to remind Him!”
“Those who are wise won’t be busy, and those who are too busy can’t be wise.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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