It is not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: what are we busy about? ~Thoreau
I’ve just returned from a conference in Charleston. Although most of the scheduled time there was very productive (Sandra Nelson teaching people from state libraries all over the country how to develop a Continuing Education plan), there is so much busy-ness to traveling: the planning, the packing, the breaks in routine that necessitate extra decision making, the orienting oneself to surroundings, the eating out, the meeting new people, the long hours of driving (in this case) or flying, the unpacking…
Now I am looking out at Cedar Ridge across the valley, and being grateful I am through with busy-ness for at least a day or two. It has rained, a slow and gentle shower, and now mist is rising between Chestnut Knob and the ridge behind.
It’s a good thing I will forget the irritation of busy-ness quickly, because this weekend I do the packing all over again for a week’s vacation at Gulf Shores (hallelujah)!