But then I read this post from Harvard Business Review.
I hope you aren’t too busy to read it. But just in case you are, here’s a taste:
To assume that being “busy” (at this point it has totally lost its meaning) is cool, or brag-worthy, or tweetable, is ridiculous. By lobbing these brags, endlessly puffing our shoulders about how “up to my neck” we are, we’re missing out on important connections with family and friends, as well as personal time. In addition to having entire conversations about how busy we are, we fail to share feelings with friends and family, ask about important matters, and realize that the “busy” is something that can be put on hold for a little while.
… [I]n using it as a one-upping mechanism, we’re failing to connect in a very substantial way. And we’re making the problem worse: When everyone around us is “slammed,” it’s easy to feel guilty if we’re not slaving away on a never-ending treadmill of toil. By trying to compete about it, we’re only adding to that pool of water everyone seems to be constantly “treading” in. And all this complaining is having serious effects on our mental health.
This guilty feeling even gnaws at those of us who blog when we lay off for a week or so. The result, for me, is usually a post like this. It serves as filler between posts of any substance.
Now all I need to do is come up with something substantive to blog about. That’ll keep me feeling busy, or guilty, for a while.