Last week, when I was on the train back home from my wellness retreat, I was scrolling through Instagram and was shocked how often I encountered the fact that everyone’s life seems to be “so busy” #workworkwork. At first, I felt a flicker of disappointment because I had planned nothing at all for the weekend – shouldn’t I, too, be super busy and hustle the heck out of my days? But then I realized that we desperately need to stop the glorification of busy if we REALLY want to live happy lives.
So when I asked my boyfriend to go on a Sunday morning walk with me, I grabbed my gorgeous new camel coat* and headed for the city with no plans other than just enjoying the day. And it was the first time in ages that I felt truly happy. With no deadlines sitting in my back and no massive to-do list ruining my plans of lounging for hours. January has been utter hell for me. Too many exams to write. Too little time to be spent with things I truly love. I felt uninspired and unmotivated and after 20 days of being super busy I found myself completely drained and depressed.
THE GLORIFICATION OF BUSY
I’m a super emotional person and easily feel under the weather when something is off. When I’m too stressed I completely shut down and am barely able to get up from bed. And that’s the danger of the glorification of busy. When I scroll through my Insta stories or twitter feeds I always see people complaining about the load of work they have to go through. I see young girls working until late at night, constantly complaining about how busy they are. But then again, they are super proud of being busy because why else would they scream it out into the world on a daily basis? #hustlehard
Being busy is often seen as a sign of success. If you have many meetings to go to, projects to work on and exams to write that means you’re productive and successful. You have an entire weekend reserved for lounging on the couch and binge-watching The OA on Netflix? Seems like you’re not so relevant anymore. The message we send out by this is extremely problematic, though. Shouldn’t we encourage people to take time off and enjoy themselves from time to time?
Sure, loving your work is essential in life and I do like being busy and having trips planned and meetings sketched into my agenda. I think humans need a certain amount of stress to get things done and move forward with their lives. But I also love taking an entire weekend off to eat my weight in sushi, drink wine and play stupid card games with my friends. Does that mean I’m less successful than Sally, who works until late at night every day of the week? Maybe. Does it mean I’m unhappy? Certainly not.
I’d rather spend my 20s having fun, than burying myself in work when it absolutely wasn’t necessary just to impress strangers on the net.
On that note I’ll leave you with one last thing – turn on your TV and start watching The OA, the show is so so good. Or grab your friends and organize a night of board games and wine. Grab your favourite book and read until you fall asleep. Do nothing all day and don’t feel bad about it. And PLEASE don’t be so hard on yourself.
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