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Are We Too Busy For What Really Matters? An LBC Post

Many times, we complain that we are too busy to do man of the things we want to do. I've done it often enough myself.  Yet, when I've made the effort to make time, I've done pretty well.  The truth is, the phrase 'too busy' is probably the greatest excuse in the world for putting things we could or should be doing.

Now the trouble with me is, I always take on far too many projects. My waiting to be read pile of books is like a mountain.  There are friends  I have to contact and phone calls I have to make. Writing and editing projects to finish.   I don't know where to begin once I get a free hour here and there.  So I suppose my main task at the minute is to prioritize everything.  Then I'd be fine.  Maybe.

Meanwhile, there's a degree I have to finish. It shall be done.  (Yes, Ramana, I really mean that.)

This is a post for the Loose Bloggers' Consortium, the group with whom I blog along on Fridays.  My fellow LBC members are listed in the sidebar.  Thanks to Shackman for the topic and to All-Free Download for the photo of busy worker ants.


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  1. You hit the nail on the head, Maria. "Too busy" is what their dad and I heard for years from the kids.

    Now he is gone.

    blessings ~ maxi

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  2. Great to see you here, Maxi. There are certain things which will never come back again, once they're lost. On this side of eternity at least.

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  3. Good. I am glad that you still remember and wish to complete that.

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  4. You are right, Maria, and I am bad at it despite what people call my "efficiency": To distinguish between the urgent, the important and the slush pile of life.

    There is someone in my life "so busy" he hasn't had the time to lift up the phone (or answer it) in five years. Yes, really. Our joint mother(as does his wife) reassures me that it's nothing personal, that he is just that: Busy.

    Great. I don't buy it. Like you say: When I want/need to make time for someone/something I let everything else drop. Twenty four hours or not.

    Good luck with all your endeavours.

    U

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