When I’m this busy it seems like the only time I get to randomly think is when I walk to my car. Usually the walking-to-car thoughts are a jumbled mass of “I’m so busy I can’t wait until I’m not so busy I never have time to do what I want anymore”. Walking to my car after work yesterday, I realized that I’m busy because I am doing what I want to do, and my life is enrichingly full, not a big draining time sink. I can reset my priorities if I need to, and I’d rather have plenty of friends with whom I wish I could spend more time rather than having no one to talk to. But when I’m in that morass of back to back commitments it’s difficult to relax and remember that this is life, the good life, and I’m busy getting the most out of it.