This morning was one of those mornings in which I kept waking up afraid I was going to over sleep...and I over slept. Rather than my alarm waking me, I awoke to the intrusive sound of the street sweeper...and remembered with a sharp pang that my car was still parked on the street and it was a few minutes after 8...
Sure enough I started my day late and with a parking ticket.
Though this is generally not a worthy topic to blog about on its own, I have been meaning to blog a lot more often and it bums me out that I've already let myself become too busy to do the things I want to do, even the little things.
I miss India and the slow simplicity of life there. Sure, sometimes I got bored but nothing was ever really that stressful. I had time to just sit and think, time to contemplate, time to just be. For whatever reason, I don't allow myself that time here and during moments where I have nothing else to do, I feel anxious about figuring out the next thing I'm supposed to be doing. I have always thought that it was just me but now that I have seen myself outside of my culture, I realize so much of it is just my environment. It feels like a terribly difficult up-hill battle to fight against busyness...but I realize it's perhaps what I have to do to maintain my overall health.
Why do we keep ourselves so busy? What are we afraid of?