I am not accustomed to being busy. I enjoy life most when I have barely anything to do. If there is too much happening, I feel overwhelmed and a bit dizzy, and I tend to run in circles.
I have been weirdly busy lately and it is not my finest hour. I am perpetually confused: "Whose birthday is next and what cake was requested? Now what day is that rehearsal? And when does that family member come to town? And oh, my dear, the dates conflict! What shall we do?"
And then I throw my hand over my heart and collapse onto the sofa.
I have labeled and crisscrossed and color coded my calender, yet I remain in a state of disarray. Would a smart phone help? I mean, scribbling on a wall calender is probably so 1995.
I solemnly remember the days when I sat around wistfully hoping that one day I might be busy, and, now that I am busy, as I run around in circles, I wistfully hope that one day I might not be busy any longer.
Such is the way the world turns round.