I have been extremely busy lately. I have one sock left in my dresser, and am wondering how I’m going to find time to do laundry tonight. I have a music test tomorrow which may sound easy, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a challenge. I’m working on two pieces for you (Edge reader) to read, and the two people I e-mailed for information I need haven’t e-mailed back. I’ve had someplace to be since 7 a.m., and I’m in the Edge office until 5 p.m.
I’m thinking about, somehow, turning an old shirt into a sock so I have a pair and can put off laundry until tomorrow.
It may sound like I’m complaining, but I promise I’m not. I love being this busy! My grandpa always said, “industry is the key to happiness.” I don’t think he meant big corporations and mass production, he meant keeping busy and working hard. And my grandpa was no stickler; he always took time to admire nature and art. He was a much laid back, peaceful man. He blamed this on his ability to remain industrious. His reasoning is almost paradoxical, but I agree with him.
I consider myself a tremendously happy person. Obviously, I’d rather not memorize 50-plus terms for my music test, and if clothes never got dirty I’d save loads of time, but these things have to be done. Instead of worrying about them, I do them – and then I realize it’s not bad at all. I have fun expanding my musical vocabulary, and I find time to balance myself while doing laundry.
I think we all stay busy because we long to complete projects. When we complete something, we feel as though we’ve completed a part of ourselves. If Gannon didn’t have plenty of things for me to do, I might not feel this complete.
Here’s to the happiness we can find in our work.