Stop the glorification of busy

My last post i forgot the first link by fellow Belle Jar blogger.
Her words speak the truth about feeling like we can't get it all done that we stay too busy. to stop the glorification of busy. In her own words the belle jar. Then after you read her post come back and click on the link below this line to check up on how i am doing and a "A song for MS" campaign my beloved started.
http://registerguard.com/rg/life/lifestyles/32162377-74/spirit-unbroken....

This below is a reposted blog from a woman BelleJar I follow on wordpress.
These are her words: she is an insightful, eloquent , writer who never holds back.

Fuck Busy
by bellejarblog
Late last night I was cruising around on Pinterest because hey I'm a boring 30-something mom and that's what I do when I can't sleep. Which, by the way, is every night, meaning that I've developed a bit of a Pinterest habit, among other things (my insomnia-beating arsenal includes such soothing activities as: watching documentaries about the Chernobyl "liquidators," hate-reading the blogs of conservative white dudes, and sending slightly incoherent late-night messages to my friends and acquaintances). Anyway, I was happily scrolling through pictures of pretty landscapes tragically marred by trite sayings (example: a gorgeous mountain at sunset with DON'T GIVE UP, THE BEST IS YET TO COME scrawled across it in white letters) when I came across this:

I had one of those moments where I was like, "oh." And then I was like, "yes." And then I had this huge mishmash of complicated feelings that I've been trying to untangle ever since.

Busy is how I keep myself from having enough time to think the thoughts that might completely derail my day.

Busy is how I distract my mind from the refrain of you're not good enough, you're not trying hard enough, nobody likes you

Busy is word that I hold over my head like some goddamn Sword of Damocles, as in: you're not busy enough, you should be doing more, you don't deserve a break, just keep going.

Busy is the first thing I think of when I wake up - will I be busy enough today? Will I get enough done? Or will I be a failure?

Busy is the last thing I think about before I finally drift off into a sleeping-pill-induced sleep - have I been busy enough? Am I satisfied with my day? Or have I been a disappointment, both to myself and to the people around me?

Busy is my anxiety-charged brain, either leap-frogging from one thought to the next, stringing together conclusions so quickly that I can hardly breathe, or else fixating on one idea and spinning it over and over, like a sore tooth that you can't stop running your tongue over even though you wince every time.

The glorification of busy is the reason that I struggle so hard to relax - because I've never really, truly been busy enough during the day to deserve a rest. I sometimes ask myself what "busy enough" would look like, and I can never seem to come up with a solid answer. I tell myself that "busy enough" or "accomplished enough" is just something that I would intuitively feel once I've reached that goal post. But I never feel it, so I always have to assume that it's just another day of not being good enough.

The glorification of busy is why my go-to solution for anxiety and depression is to try to out-run them, as if they're that big stupid rock in the Temple of Doom and I'm Indiana Jones, always able to stay one jump ahead of being crushed.

The glorification of busy is why I'm sitting here in my mother's living room on a long weekend writing a goddamn blog post because I feel like I just haven't satisfied my daily requirement of "getting shit done." Never mind that I'm supposed to be lying in a pool of post-Thanksgiving turkey-come drool. I tried that. It didn't feel good; instead, it felt like I was wasting precious time during which I could have been doing something important, like maybe memorizing the periodic table.

We live in a culture that praises "busy" as the best thing a person can be - both in terms of employment and personal life. We're encouraged to cram as many experiences and events and accomplishments into a 24 hour period as possible - and then we're encouraged to share our interpretation of those experiences, via tweets and pictures and pithy Facebook updates, in as close to real-time as possible. Even when you're relaxing or having fun, you're still often tapping into that busy mindset. "Am I sufficiently relaxed? Should I be having more fun? What can I do to optimize this experience?"

And while I would on the one hand argue that staying busy is sometimes what stops me from having a full on tear-drenched meltdown in the middle of the day, I would also say that living in a culture that promotes "busy" as the ideal has for sure shaped my ideas of how to handle the sick panic of repetitive thoughts or sharp flashes of fear that set fire to my nerves. If I didn't live in a society that glorifies busy, would my response to anxiety be to immediately throw myself into some type or work or another? If I didn't think that busy was the be-all-and-end-all would I maybe take a few deep breaths and try to slow my thoughts instead of crushing them with other, different, faster thoughts?

Fuck busy.

Fuck the fact that I crave busy as a way to block out all the other shit that's going on in my head.

Fuck the impact that busy has had on my ability to zone out, to shift gears, to slow down.

Fuck tweeting about how much fun I'm having when all I can think about is what I'm doing next, and then next, and then next.

Fuck the sense of dread that I have when faced with a day full of empty, unplanned hours.

Fuck the feeling of inadequacy that the glorification of busy has left me with.