There was a time when being busy was my business. I liked loved throwing the word around.
“Hey, how’re you doing?”
“Well…you know. Busy!”
Smile.
And then we went on with whatever was keeping us busy.
Then two years ago…
“How are you?”
“Hmm…not too bad. Mostly home with my little one.”
“I’m sure your little one’s keeping you busy.”
“Um…yeah!”
For the first time, the word busy was thrown at me, not the other way around. And I relished that moment! Sure, my little boy makes a day feel like a marathon but it’s a kind of busy-ness I savor and love because it is time spent with him.
Somehow, mommyhood plugged me away from busy. Weekends were clearer than ever. Weeknights were even clearer. There was no pressure to make commitments. Saying no was easy with no guilt attached. I am okay with it – this new un-busy-ness.
Things will change, I’m sure of it. But there is no hurry to pack the calendar. This is a new normal for now. A new season. And it’s a beautiful thing to not take for granted.