I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had a chance to post on my beloved blog for the last two months.
Excuses. Excuses. Busy. Busy. Busy. The truth? I kept procrastinating. I told myself I was “Busy,” but I knew there was more going on that I wasn’t admitting to myself.
And so, I wrote an article, which was published in this past week’s Binah Magazine and the title of the article is “Busy No More.”
This Sunday is Purim when many of us get so busy preparing food packages for our myriad friends and acquaintances, cooking the food for the holiday, and dressing the kids up in the sharpest costumes ever.
Do we miss the points of the holiday (joy, gratitude, friendship) with all our busy-ness?
Can we just relax and live in the moment? Can we be present in the here and now and not worry about all the things we have to do in the future?
Since writing the piece, I’ve been trying to live my life without talking about the B word. (not breathing – that’s a good B word). It’s a process for me, one minute, hour, day at a time.
I’m curious to know what my readers and followers (who are no doubt just as B as I am) think about this idea of “Busy No More.” Let me know in the comment section below.
And now, I can return those phone calls I let go to voice mail because I was too Busy, I mean Focused on composing this post.
Hope you enjoy and don’t forget to Breathe!
I have some thoughts inside me that need to be released or “unbottled.” These are thoughts tangential to my usual topic of being a grandmother – a “bubby” in Yiddish. Since I am a grandmother who writes, I find the theme of “writing about writing” to be quite intriguing. Recently, I read a brilliant post by one talented writer/blogger of that topic on her site. I agree with her premise, and I’d like to express my own bottled thoughts (soon to be unbottled) regarding her post.
In her essay, Ms. Bottledworder posits that writers are different in their sensitivities and insecurities from other professionals or tradesmen. For example, when a writer writes an essay, he throws his whole self into the process. Whether or not he writes about himself, he is allowing himself – his voice if you will – to be out there, to be vulnerable to others. Continue reading
Saw this somewhere on a Group that I follow:
“G-d doesn’t use an iPhone but He is my favorite contact.
He is not on Facebook but He is my best Friend.
He is not on Twitter but I follow Him nevertheless.
He doesn’t need internet yet I am connected to Him,
And although He has a massive communication system,
He never Un-Friends me, nor does He put me on hold.”
As I shared this on Facebook (the app that is on my blackberry), and then jumped at each of the “Likes” I got while browsing the internet, I decided I have a ways to go before integrating the essence of the above quote.
C’est la vie. It’s all about the process.
Whenever my husband bounces our grandsons on his knee, up/down; up/down; up/down amidst laughter, giggles and shouts of “More! More! More!” from my grandson, I feel such great joy!
I know that the ultimate climax for my grandson is the part where my husband holds his hands to support him, and my grandson throws his head backward, screaming “all fall down.”
Kids just love to “fall down!” What a scream for them. What a joy!