Some people use “I’m busy” as an excuse to get out of something they don’t want to do.
Others use it to sound important.
I fall into neither category (um, unless I really don’t want to do something… I figure it’s more polite than telling the truth), yet “I’m busy” is constantly coming out of my mouth to explain why I can’t do something.
But I feel like I should clarify, because I’m not really that busy. I just feel like I am.
Some people have a high tolerance for busyness. In fact, they thrive on it. If these people weren’t constantly occupied in some way, they’d go absolutely insane. I both admire and am slightly frightened by these people. Because while I think it’s really cool that they’re able to work on five projects simultaneously, maintain a social calendar in which a week of obligations is the equivalent to a year of my own, and squeeze in the occasional obstacle course relay race… I just could never imagine myself doing all of that. Nor do I want to.
Don’t get me wrong—I want to live life to its fullest extent. I’ll admit I sometimes shy away from things that I really should be pushing myself toward. (That’s a blog post for another time.) But the thing is, there is only so much I can take on before feeling completely overwhelmed. Usually, by the time I realize this, I’ve already said “yes” to one thing I wasn’t totally comfortable agreeing to in the first place, because I believe in reality I should be able to balance all of these very manageable to-dos. Since that is not my reality, I sometimes just need to decline an invite to go downtown for happy hour… for sanity’s sake.
Unfortunately, that can lead to guilt. I don’t like telling people “no.” It’s a mild form of confrontation in that it elicits the response, “Why not?” And, well, why not? I am not a Very Important Person. Or a mom. I don’t have multiple jobs. So what’s the problem?
As is true with pain, loud noises, and Jamaican Grammy-winning dance hall and reggae artist Sean Paul, my tolerance for whirlwind activity levels is low. I crave adventure, social time, and fulfilling work, yes, but I also need to even that out with down time—me time—in order to be happy. Not just less crazed or more relaxed (although those things, too), but happy.
But until I’m actually a Very Important Person? “I’m busy” won’t cut it. “I’m busy” sounds like a lie. “I’m busy” sounds like, “I’d rather do anything else than hang out with you.”
If, like me, you’re guilty of this, here are a few alternatives we can both start using instead:
– “I’m feeling a little overwhelmed this week. How about next Friday?”
– “I can’t commit to anything right now, so feel free to go ahead without me.”
– “I don’t want to blow you off, but I’ve spent my entire week in the car. How about an old-fashioned phone chat Friday night?”
– “I’d really rather hang out in a small group of close friends than go to a drunkfest reunion with people I haven’t seen or spoken to in years. Dinner at my house soon?”
(This last one? That would be me right now. Hello, high school reunion!) Oh, and let’s all remember—everyone is busy, and no one wants to hear about it.
Ahhh. I feel better already. Does anyone else feel the same way, or am I the only easily flustered, over-committed blogger out there? In any case, I will not let my mind wander in that direction tomorrow. I’m going to relish in my two days off from work, stuff my face like a lady, and do some much-needed catching up with family and friends. Happy Thanksgiving!




