You’re so busy, forever racing around taking care of stuff, creating stuff, replacing stuff, upgrading stuff, sharing stuff. Yet, something doesn’t feel right. Though you do so much in a day, instead of feeling satisfied, you look at your long list of things to do and sigh. There’s still so much left to attend to.
Something’s dreadfully wrong when you no longer live life as a human being but have morphed into a human doing.
Whatever happened to your childhood laughter? Your zany antics? Your thrill-seeking curiosity? Sure, you grew up and took on responsibilities. But does that mean that you need to become just one more adult taking care of stuff all day long, bemoaning the “fact” that “there is no time?”
In short, when will you start enjoying your life?
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I can’t speak for myself on this, though I can get very busy. I can speak for my sister. She and I are miles apart so the only way we can talk to each other is by phone.
Lately when she calls me (she’s made a deal to try to call me every weekend) she seems to be tired. She’s always telling me that she’s busy and by the time she can call me, she’s all tired out. She has been calling me at night when she’s in bed and about to fall asleep. I don’t find that very enjoyable.
I don’t know what the story is. Around 10 years ago she had little kids to take care of and my mother, who had dementia. Yet, back then, she seemed energenic and positive to talk to. Now that my mother is gone and the kids are grown, she doesn’t make good timing to call anymore. I don’t understand it. I have reminded her of this, but she keeps saying that’s she’s busy all of the time.
I would think that she would have less to do now than 10 years ago.
I guess she is busy. But it seems like the busyness on her part is separating me from her more. It’s not enjoyable for me to talk to someone who is tired, complains about how busy she is, and depressed. As far as being depressed is concerned, she’s been telling me how wonderful her life is. I don’t understand it.