Wanda's Diary Entries
Friday, May 1, 2009
Are you “crazy busy”? If you are, pat yourself on the back. You’ve arrived. You’re a bona-fide, mainstream American. These days, to be accepted, you need to be busy. Even better, crazy busy. You need to be so busy, you don’t have time for friends and family. No time to cook or clean or take a walk with your child.
To be overscheduled and underavailable is the sign of having arrived in our out-of-whack culture. I’m busy, like the rest of us, but I vow not to let myself become so busy that I’ve lost the ability to enjoy a phone call, a rainbow, a few laps in the pool. Tomorrow I’m cooking dinner for my family — my sister Jane who arrives from Atlanta with her son, my nephew Erik, who has just completed his first year at Georgia Tech.
Let’s all slow down. Take deep breaths. Lower our standards, as my friend and colleague Cecile Andrews would say. I’d rather call myself “pleasantly busy” than “crazy busy” anyday. How about you?

