I have a little problem being busy. I've had it for a while. I love the idea of not being busy, but sadly I'm not so good at the practice of it.
I am getting better, though. This weekend I'm taking my boyfriend to the Sing-a-long Sound of Music at the Bowl, as he's never been to the bowl. Sunday, I am going to an art show preview, and then to the birthday dinner for the dear daughter of my dearest friend.
I'm saying this because I have tonight, all day tomorrow, and most of Sunday free. Next week, I have something every night, including two day-long events I'm stage managing. I do another October 5th. Then I'm performing at a reading for a friend's fundraiser on the 15th (hopefully minimal rehearsal), followed by leaving town on the 16th for four days to put up a play in Palm Springs that weekend.
In the meantime, I've given myself a writing deadline. I know I can meet it. I also have a writing group meeting in there somewhere. If you want something done, they say, give it to a busy person. Is that why I keep saying yes?
Things will slow down. That will probably make me antsy. In the meantime, I need to remember that there is more than enough time - people do what I'm doing and have families. People direct movies, put up TV shows, run political campaigns. This is really nothing.
I'm writing this to remind myself of a truism - If I stay in the moment, time expands. There is always enough. If I'm already worried about October and it feels like I'm close to Thanksgiving already, then it's going to be a crazed couple of months.
I took a yoga class at lunch, and remembered I need to breathe. There is space. There is time. What's the rush?