The colour was perfect, the size was all wrong. I wanted one.
I looked around for a sales assistant.
She was busy folding clothes. I stared hoping she might look up.
She finished her folding and moved to the counter, another pile of clothes there to put away.
She was busy.
She was so busy she was missing the purpose of the tidying, the actual sale.
I was bustling through the house cleaning up when a little voice called out.
“Mum, Mum, Mum can you play Scrabble with me?”
“Oh not now honey, I want to get organised before I start dinner.”
I am busy
Am I so busy I am missing the purpose of it all?
Can we become so busy preparing for the doing there is no time left to enjoy? Denying ourselves, and our family, precious moments together.
Busy is not all bad.
To a business busy with sales equals success. Busy with reporting and housekeeping, at the expense of sales, equals failure.
To a parent busy engaging with our children equals connection and joy. Busy with cleaning and cooking at the expense of a cuddle equals disappointment.
What kind of busy are you?