Hi Team Dragonfly!
I don’t get a chance often enough to write on this blog, but I’ve been feeling very grateful and inspired lately and wanted to make sure to take some time to send you all a note.
For the past two and a half years, Dragonfly has developed into one very special community. We — our staff, instructors, clients, even vendors — are a team. No part of the team can exist without all of the others, and no one person is more important than any other. For this, I am extremely proud.
Chatting recently with my business partner, Will, we started wondering why so many people seem to be obsessed with being busy. Inevitably, of course, there are going to be those days – maybe even weeks – when life is truly busy and crazed. But more often than not, if we sit down and actually look at our circumstances, this does not have to be the case. So why do so many of us feel the need to be busy – to bring chaos where there is none, to fill our days and brains with more than is necessary? And do we truly make ourselves busy, or do we revel in the idea of feeling busy and appearing to the rest of the world that our days are non-stop chains of activity and importance?
We all have acquaintances that lead extremely full, maybe overfull, lives – full-time job, multiple kids, dance, soccer, dinner, cleaning, volunteer work, etc. fill their days. These people are often actually too busy to mention to the world how busy they truly are. But we all probably know a lot more people that talk loudly and at length about how busy they are, while not really being truly busy at all. Instead, they throw their “busy schedules” and “hectic days” out to the world for sympathy, to excuse their inattentiveness or aloofness, to attempt to justify their existence. Not only do we all know others that travel this path, but at some point, we have all been that person. The question is, “Why?” Is there anything so wrong with living a calmer life? With having time for conversation, friends, self-reflection, reading a book, learning something new — for doing absolutely nothing should the spirit so move us? Where is the shame in admitting that you have free time – that you actively pursue and make free-time – and then reveling in it?