The restless mind !!
Being busy is a phrase that has intrigued me in my childhood and teens. I have always thought, it implied being useful and important. That image of an important person, continuously answering phone calls, meeting people, working on laptops, travelling, attending meetings, seminars, conferences. It all looked so purposeful, so important, something I wanted to achieve. I thought being there will mean I am successful and will make me feel accomplished. In my 30s, after having experienced the busy schedule that a full-time job and responsibility of managing a household offers, my thoughts on this very phrase are just the opposite. I hate the continuous burden all these to-do lists have on my mind, the continuous anxiety and pressure I feel. Life seems meaningless and mechanical. It feels like I am doing the jobs that are required of me with full faith and energy but I am ditching my own self by compromising on the things that my heart wants me to do. I want to lie in my bed in winter