...in busy days.
March 16, 2007
I find that i am really almost always happier when I am busy. There is something about having a packed schedule that really motivates me. Even though i complain about having too much to do on a reguar basis, secretly I love the feeling of having no spare time. It's a sense of knowing that even if I had wanted to, I could not have squeezed one more thing into my day. Maybe I use "being busy" as an excuse to hide the guit I feel about not getting more done? Maybe i feel like in order to be worth something i have to be constantly engaged? Or maybe I have ADHD.
It's not like I'm a work-a-holic or somehthing like that, I mean let's be honest, most of the time I definitely don't use my time productively. But I will always have a special little place in my heart for a long day filled with school, work, swim practice, and a million other places to be at once.
