busybusy.

yeah, yeah, yeah i know… it’s been a while. sorry, readers. and sorry, allie. let’s just say that life has been, well, busy these days. i do feel like it’s such a cop out to say that. busy. i know, but we’re all busy. and when is there really a time that i ever think to myself “i really don’t have anything that i need to be doing right now”? i think i just need to accept the fact that life is always going to be busy, so i should quit using the fact that i’m busy as an excuse not to do certain things.

so i’m sitting here in square books drinking my pumpkin spice coffee, wondering why my life is so busy, and i honestly don’t know why. i think i’m coming to realize that it doesn’t have to be, or at least it doesn’t have to be busy in the way that it usually is. i don’t have to spend so much time and energy on the things that just.don’t.matter. i get so bogged down with triviality, and i would love to be the kind of person that can just take life as it comes, live in the moment, and live without constantly think ahead toward the next big thing.

i won’t go into details, but recently i have become [painfully] aware of how much heartache and brokenness people carry around with them every day. it’s everywhere. not just in africa or romania or inner city new york, but it’s in oxford too. people are hurting. my friends are hurting. and yet i busy myself with so many things that end up consuming my time and my thoughts and my energy, keeping me from loving people well. i want to be the kind of person who refreshes others and pours into other people instead of stressing people out always talking about all of the things i have to get done. if i’m going to be busy, i might as well be busy about the things that matter.

-katy