I read an opinion piece on the Fox News site called “How I stopped being busy…and got a real life”. My motives for reading that sort of article are simple. Think rubbernecking a big accident on the interstate. Westerners love repackaged platitudes.
But you already knew that.
It was a single sentence in the piece that grabbed my attention because of how it illustrates more of what my last post was about.
The writer waxes about how she stripped busy making from her schedule and chose to focus more on her family and friends. Mostly boiler plate stuff, until half way through she wrote this:
The more I chose my heart, and not what mattered to the rest of the world, the more I chose what mattered to me.
Is that not exactly backwards of what has really been defining the woman’s schedule? Is it not the heart that creates martyr complex and myriad other reasons women give for being a moms taxi driver, and PTA, and band booster, and this and that committee? She admits as much earlier in the article:
We say yes to committees and other commitments
[ ] because we mistakenly believe it will bring us acceptance or prestige. Busyness has become a badge of honor.
No new information here. Nothing deeply insightful. Just more words mixed together in an article with empathy evocation as prime directive rather than paying attention to what the words mean.