Because it’s almost August and I’m not ready for August, which matters not at all because August will most certainly arrive with a song on its lips of “ready or not, here I come.”
It’s been a busy summer, a busy year, but then again, they’re all busy, aren’t they? I seem to have two modes, busy and doing nothing, and I don’t seem to be very good at finding the correct shade of anything in between.
So be it.
Busy and I are old friends, and if I am honest, busy has saved me on more than one occasion. I hear people all the time talking about busy as the enemy, and I guess I see their point, a little, but mostly, I think busy is what we’re meant to be.
Not that I don’t love a lazy afternoon, or a long Sunday in the garden with no agenda, but the simple truth is, I am happier when I am busy. Of course, busy to me almost always equals creating, so perhaps that’s the difference.
A flower is always busy setting seed, is it not? The pretty blossom phase is really just a bridge to the final destination, a flower’s whole purpose in life is to create its own legacy.
I kind of like that.
It’s a much prettier way of being busy.