The Busy Trap & Nesting

So recently I feel like I've been nesting. Thank goodness there are no Pratt Babies involved, that ship has sailed! But, leaving my house for almost nine days has me a bit freaked as much as I am excited about heading to Peru.

Closets have gotten cleaned, Scrapbooks organized, new sneakers purchased, design team commitments completed....

On the electronic end, a small international data plan has been set up on my phone for e-mails from home, I have unsubscribed from a lot of e-mail lists, and I have decreased the amount of blogs I have in my reader.

On the blog/e-mail end, I never understood how all that "extra information" about sales and new products really was distracting. I love sales and new products but I have opted to go search that information out myself when I am interested versus getting an e-mail! Or, reading about it from real people on THEIR blogs!

The thought of what my home inbox would look like after nine days made me wanna puke. It's upwards of 100 e-mails on a day I'm not checking it.

I feel lighter somehow and more relaxed.

Plus, it clears my in box out so I can focus on what I really want to read about. New projects made by real people, real e-mails and comments from my blog! This all ties into a recent article I read.

I had been searching for this quote originally:

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Albert Einstein

I had been trying to prove a point to my boss (I did lose, despite quoting Albert Einstein) when I came across the following article from the New York Times that was actually useful.

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/30/the-busy-trap/

Almost took my breath away.

Typically I avoid the New York Times like the plague. They usually bash my industry pretty well. I do have a cousin who works there and I took it up with her, but obviously despite our cousin connection, she cannot change their bias.

Anyhow, this is a good article regardless.

And when I get to Peru, I am looking for the same sort of existence the author writes about. The quiet, the unmolested time of breathing without a phone buzzing or computer chiming for an incoming e-mail.

Never again will I say I'm too busy. Earlier this week despite an overflowing in box and the phone ringing, I left my house to post something to a friend in England who is battling with the demons of having a sick kid. As THE MAN likes to remind me, you are NOT SAVING THE WORLD with your job, Mitra and I can honestly say posting that package gave me more satisfaction than writing 18 well written e-mails. ;-)

And:  I leave you with a quote from the article:

Life is too short to be busy.