Busyness business

I’ve had a lot to do, what a universal experience. 

I’ve noticed there are people who appear to cope very well with busyness, revel in it, in fact. (Are they the extroverts?) 

For me, I can’t function without a lot of space; to think, to look. (Is this a universal experience for creatives?) (Are most creatives also introverts?) 

I can reason to myself and say, it’s three weeks until I go away; a holiday for painting and drawing and hill walking and wild swimming (the wild swimming is a hobby-in-progress, but I’m trying to pursue  it.) A holiday for thinking and looking. Because aren’t all those activities all just an excuse to think and to look? Perhaps all my interests are. 

I’m busy and yet I’m finding the time to write this. This isn’t another thing on my to-do list, because writing is something that extends from me without obliging it. 

Deadlines and short time frames. Most people find it so easy to get lost in the present when they’re stressed. And this makes a lot of sense to me, because I know people who use stress as a tactic to avoid the real things going on in their head; as though stress is an unpleasant form of mindfulness. 

A form I don’t want, because mindfulness comes easy to me (as things do, with practice). But it’s easy to scroll away down-time, when it feels like you don’t have enough time to find peace of mind. 

Three weeks until I’m thinking and painting and dipping my toes in cold water wondering if I should plunge in.