Nothing ever seems to satisfy. When I’m busy, I long for a day that I can waste away sleeping or lounging around. When I acquire a day I can waste away, I miss the feeling of being busy.
Most days I wish I could have absolutely nothing to do. As much as I love being around people, I long for solitude. Inside there’s a tug-a-war between my cravings for solitude and socializing. Naturally, I’m a social butterfly. I have always tried to deflect the title, but I can not escape what I am. I’ve learned that the hard way.
Sometimes I feel a busy day ends up being a wasted day. I get so busy with responsibilities at work and church. At the end of the day when I get home, I lie there and think “what did I do that was worth remembering about today?” Most of the time I come up with vague answers or nothing I’ll really look back on 10-20 years from now and being like “Oh yeah! I remember that day when…”
I need to learn to master the art of being busy but not to the point where I neglect the important things like family, building relationships and making worthwhile memories. Force myself to step back and absorb the beauty of what the day has to offer or the lessons that need to be learned.