are ya bizzy?

"It's not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: what are we busy about?" Henry David Thoreau

It's no secret that I love being busy. Not only do I thrive and am more productive when my schedule is packed, but it's also an addictive form of validation for me. It is fulfilling (#thetruthhurts).

This year, I vowed to slow down (via my New Year's resolutions). I would say, other than for about one week in January, I have done a bad-to-very-bad job of it.

It's.So.Hard.

But I recently read a WSJ article that got me thinking about all of this busyness. The author said that, in reality, we are all busy, but we make time for that which is a priority. If we want to fit something in, we'll find a way. With that mentality, she challenged readers to replace "I'm too busy to do XXX" with "that is not a priority for me," and to see how it changed it.

I don't have time to work out = working out is not a priority

I don't have time to go to bed earlier = sleep is not a priority.

I don't have time to help with your charity = your charity is not a priority.

It changes it, right? Sure makes you think twice before saying no.

Granted, it's kind of the opposite mentality I need to take on, seeing as at the root of my busy-problemo is a difficulty with saying no. But, it's still an interesting theory that makes you evaluate how you spend your time.

Okee. That's all for this Thursday. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

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it's the climb...

Lately, Katie and I have been space cadetting out a little bit.

Exhibit A: We had people over before the fest last weekend, and midway through noticed that the house smelled a little tinsy bit like gas. We're still not sure how the stove got on, but we are sure that neither of us knew it. This also may or may not have been the third time the stove has left itself on.

Fast forward to a few short hours later and we discovered that we'd somehow locked ourselves out of our little home. Those keys walked themselves into that lock, I tell ya.

Sunday afternoon, when we still hadn't heard back from our neighbor re: our spare key, we had to get creative. I remembered that fortunately, I hadn't locked the window, and we'd left a spare on the window sill. With just a little pushing and climbing, we retrieved it.

Phewf!

Oh, and any bad guys reading my blog: we locked the window and moved the key so don't eeeven try this trick.

spring sprang

Mother nature has been so good to us lately. Warming up our souls with lots of sunshine and happiness.

Last night after dinner, Katie and I went for a walk and had wine time. Totting around our sweet neighborhood with her puppy, we were both cheesing like fools. Spring is here; our hearts are happy. We'll be poolside before we know it.

Here's to hoping it will stick around through the weekend. I spy lots of park time and a surplus of Vitamin D (fingers crossed!).

Happy Friday to you!

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