To unlearn being busy takes a surprising effort. I seem to accumulate stuff to do at an alarming rate and constantly add more tasks to my days and weeks with an apparent intention to keep myself occupied. I never really think about why I feel so compelled to be occupied, though. Is being occupied all it’s cracked up to be?
Making lists and categorizing tasks might be unique to the last few centuries, or perhaps it’s a human need that’s morphed into something a bit unhealthy in our modern age. I think it’s important to learn how to peacefully and happily exist without needing to prove how much I did at any given moment or justify why taking time for enjoyment is deserved because I accomplished so many important things before I relaxed.
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