There. I said it. I'm fighting the urge to feel ashamed of my present circumstances.
I'm not sure when it happened but you're more likely to hear "busy" than "fine" when you ask someone how they've been. We're all busy, busy, busy.
I lived this way for most of my 20s. I would describe what I had going on for the weekend and people would look at me goggle-eyed, while I protested, "it's not that much." Secretly I was pleased by how much I did and saw. I worked full-time, served at church, planned get togethers, hosted dinners, and always added "one more thing" in to the mix.
Underneath the surface, however, I was terrified to not have any plans.
I'm over at A Deeper Story today. There's something terrifying about admitting this, even though I know this season of life is right where I'm meant to be. Even if it makes me uncomfortable at times. Head on over to read the rest.
(And in case you missed Nish's announcement Friday, be sure to read her post. Writing for Deeper Story has been one of the greatest honors and I'm sad to see it go. But I'm unspeakably proud of my friend for making this hard decision.)