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I'm Addicted to...

Happy Monday!

I had a nice quiet boring weekend. I'm beginning to think that I'm so use to functioning when chaos and busyness are consuming my life, that I drive myself crazy when there's not a fire to put out or million things to get done. What the hell is my problem? When everything is crazy I'm praying for some calmness, and when the storm has seized, I'm praying for something to keep me busy.



I honestly think that I'm addicted to being busy; which is partly why I drink a glass of wine in the evening. (partly) I'm forced to sit since I always spill on myself and everything I pass when I try to multitask with it in my hand. (red wine stains are a pain to get out)
 I decided it's time for me to reprogram my mind just a bit. I don't want to become sedentary, but I do want to enjoy relaxing. I don't believe it should feel like a chore. As I thought of myself trying to slow down and smell the roses, I couldn't help but think of kids today. They go from one activity to another, school work has become more difficult and demanding of their time, which leaves them with virtually no time to decompress or learn the art of self-entertaining. Are we creating a society with a busy addiction?
I'm going to assume this addiction (if it's really an addiction) is probably less deeply rooted and not as dangerous as other addictions, but an addiction is an addiction. I already know that I have an addictive personality - this is why I try to stay clear of casinos. When addicted to something we are being stimulated from it, so as that stimulation desensitizes over time a bigger jolt (high) is needed - which explains why I feel the need to be busier the older I become. I'm no longer being stimulated by my current level of busyness. I know it sounds crazy but that's the conclusion I came to after analyzing myself.
 So after my client session today I'm putting laundry away, mopping, light straightening and fluffing, preparing dinner, and sitting for at least an hour as I enjoy my surroundings. I'm refusing to add to that list unless my daughter goes into labor. In that case, it's a whole new ballgame!



Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.  ~Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A.A. Milne



 Peace, Love & Hugs!

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