busy doesn't mean important

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People perceive me as busy, because I am. I used to think it was cool to be busy, running from thing to thing, traveling and commuting and weighing out my plan options — “plan shopping” as they call it. I loved being busy, until I realized that being present, being un-busy, even being purposefully lazy is the best possible thing you can be. 


A must read

Not this post, but another. This afternoon, I was being purposefully un-busy, finally prioritizing reading over shopping, email checking, and endless twitter scrolling.

I’ve been marching my way through Tim Ferriss’ Tools of Titans, a massive book filled with advice from the world’s best performers and icons. This morning, I was reading a section written by essayist and cartoonist Tim Kreiger. It was all about being lazy and being busy, and how it’s all one big trap. I highlighted everything, knowing that it would change the way I saw the world. Knowing I’d never want to forget a word I read. 

I immediately felt selfish having read it — I felt better for it and needed to get it out in front of some other eyes. After I highlighted my kindle to it’s near death, I found that what I had been reading was a slightly-updated version of a 2013 piece, also by Tim Kreiger, in the New York Times. 

Read it tonight, before the busy of Monday comes knocking. I promise, you’ll be better for it.