I read a book not too long called Crazy, Busy. The girls and I (from discipleship) were browsing for a book to study one night, and we stumbled upon this one. Even though we didn’t end up choosing this book, when I went to the bookshop to get the books we chose, I couldn’t help but ask the employee there to locate this book for me too. You see, the title just spoke to me. It speaks to all of us.
I wrote a few key points down as I read it, and they’re now in a notebook somewhere in the house, but the jist of it is: it is possible to be busy but not feel like you’re going crazy. That, that point right there, is something I’ve been trying to master for the past week. But of course, hayfever gone into overdrive and unwise decisions about late night coffee intake (leading to a lot of ceiling staring past midnight) led me down the path of less-than-impressive productivity on Saturday. I was absolutely goners, unable to function for most of the day, and part of me, oh yes, was damn frustrated with myself.
But then I decided that I was really trying my best, maybe not in that moment because I was physically down and out, but I have been trying to give everything my best shot. Realising my limitations as a human being, and accepting them, it was the most productive thing I had done all day and probably all week too, if I was being honest with myself. Thanks to this revelation, my Sunday went swell and I was back to normal again.