A couple of weeks ago, I was working a long, hard day. I had a lot of people counting on me and I was in a mad rush from clock in to clock out. I had so many things to do, so many people to please, and to top it off, we were short handed. When it came time for the lunch I didn’t have time for, I sprinted to the campus cafe… which of course, was packed. I was standing in line when I saw someone I knew. She asked how I was and I simply replied, “really busy!”. It took me by surprise when the man working behind the counter piped up, “Yeah… we’re all busy!”
Ouch. I kind of scoffed, grabbed my lunch and gobbled it in a hurry.
And then it hit me. I had been running around all day thinking thoughts like, “Come on–can’t you move any faster? I’m so busy. I have so much to do”. I hadn’t even considered anyone else.
And that’s the thing about “busy”; Life gets tough, time gets short, and we get “busy”. But “busy” isn’t an excuse to be selfish. “Busy” isn’t a cop-out for being rude. Busy isn’t an answer to, “how are you?“.
I’m not busy. I’m Jaelan–I’m thoughtful and compassionate and I always hope to brighten someone’s day–“busy” isn’t who I am. From that day on, I’ve made a conscious effort to be Jaelan despite what I had on my plate for the day–despite how “busy” I am. We are defined by who we are in the worst moments, not the best, and I want to be me–Jaelan–I don’t want to be busy.
What do you think about “busy”? Have you ever let life “steal” your identity temporarily?
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