This short piece was written in a heat-of-the-moment realization that hit me at 6:00am while drinking a Blonde Vanilla Almond Milk Latte (so good!) at Starbucks (I’m still *internally* boycotting them) and musing over this article before heading to work.
It’s part critical self-awareness, and part caffeine-induced rant.
Busyness has become a badge of honor in our capitalist society that nudges us to constantly be a productivity machine, leading to “the burdensome, expectation-freighted nature of free time.” 
Busyness signals to others how important we are, with our never-ending responsibilities and tasks to accomplish.
However, for most of us, our busyness is a facade, a front. Not much of the time we spent includes actual productive and/or fulfilling activities.
Most of our busyness is for busyness sake. Busyness to compete in the Busyness Olympics, sporting events including:
- Who got the least sleep last night
- Who had the most amount of coffee today (and, it’s only 11A.M. *GASP), and
- Who had a busier weekend filled with more shyt than one could possibly fit within 48 hours.
When we sit back and examine our days, however, it becomes painfully obvious to see how devoid of genuine usefulness or meaning most of the activities we engage in are.
I mean, how do I feel so busy, anxious and stressed all the time and not have anything truly meaningful to show for it? Anything that is important to me?
Choose to opt out. Re-design your lifestyle. Brag about the 7-9 hours of sleep you get each night. Go for a walk. Nurture your hobby(ies). Boast about all the books you have been reading in your free time. “Always postpone meetings with time-wasting morons.” Fill your days with silence, contemplation, and boredom.
 Person, Alex. (2016). “If you want to be a better person, find something to do outside of work.”