I’m too busy to think of a good title.

I have to chuckle at myself sometimes.  When I have time to blog, my brain goes blank.  Yet, when I’m living a life worth blogging about, I can hardly sit down long enough to let my fingers rest on the keys.

This morning I woke up before dawn and drove toward the sunrise to pick up a sweet lady who needed a ride down to Los Angeles.  I’ve been taking many little jobs like this and I’m actually enjoying this type of busy-ness. It is different from my past forms of busy-ness. This particular job was fun because I had the whole trip home from LA alone to think.  

With this series on “value” {which seems to be flagging, I know!} I’ve been needling out the ways I have mistakenly derived value in my life. I talked about beauty in previous posts and I feel like I haven’t completed my thoughts on that yet.  So I’m leaving it open as fodder for future posts. {This 31 Day challenge isn’t methodically planned here on Chapter Twenty, if you haven’t noticed…} There is another way that I have wrongly tried to seek my value: busyness.   

Somehow, I got it into my head that a full schedule increases my importance.  I don’t know what the source of this idea was in my life, but it’s an idea that seems to have engulfed the entire American culture. {Can I get an ‘Amen!?'} If I could have a dime for every time I heard someone use the term “busy” to describe their life… I wouldn’t be a poor college grad, that’s for sure.

Seriously. We run ourselves ragged! What’s the deal!?

My value does not derive from my schedule. 

So if this is the case, why do I act like it does? 

choose rest