This is my first "open call" post, and it caught my eye for a number of reasons. I've never not been active or busy. Whatever that even means.
Here are a few things I do: Run a household, (this involves, cleaning, cooking, shopping, laundry, organizating, or seriously this house would come undone,) manage young twins and their extended lives, (which means play dates, classes, activities, reading time.) I created an enviroment for them to flourish, find their own passions. I did the same with my grown son, who has recently come back from college.
Having kids is, in a way, already a full time occupation, but I never saw it that way. More like an adjunct. I also work full time for a large company, demanding work that I love actually, and write as much as possible, perform comedic pieces when a piece strikes me as performable, keep up industry contacts through lunches, get togethers, same with friendships.
My job requires me to stay current on movies, but seriously, I can hardly call that work, though it does take time.
I also help young mothers of twins navigate the insanity of their new arrivals, and also help young girls who arrive in Los Angeles hoping to become a movie star, but may end up going down the Heidi Montag path.
So, sure I do a lot and probably forgot a bunch.
Here is my problem. So what. I would never complain. Maybe because when people do it rankles me. "Oh sorry, can't make it, I'm so busy." Yet they have no children, sometimes no job and I wonder what the heck are they doing.
The old adage, if you want something done, ask a super busy person, it true, has been for me. Because they are used to being on the move and don't mind taking another 20 minutes to help a friend or whatever was called for.
So sure, I am busy, but what exactly is the alternative? Sometimes I certainly day dream of living at the beach in a clean white house on the beach, no kids, just taring out the window at the sea. Then what?
Even when I take vacations, I start to get bored after a few days.
I was "diagosed" once with someone who needs constant stimulation, either from the outside or self-created. (Not to be confused with self-inflicted drama.)
So, I would rather be on the go. Lastly, when I am called upon to do something, say, in my field, (and please don't interpret this as bragging) but I can not only do the job, but do it very well because as I know I have a limited amount of time.
I view life this way. Limited amount of time. Need to use it.
My friends that complain they are too busy, but appear to have little going on, typically fall away. It's almost insulting, as if they are saying, "Oh, I am so busy, so overwhelmed you simply would not understand."
To end, not being busy would be my bigger fear. Here is where we get into Einstein's head where people that don't use what is given to them ought to have been given a brain stem, not an entire brain, as that would surely suffice. (Poorly paraphrasing.) But you get the idea. I bet he never once complained about being busy.