I'm too busy to be organized

Last week someone gave me a little plaque to put on my bulletin board. It reads "I'm too busy to be organized." I thought that was funny because the truth is that I'm too organized to be busy. 

Oh busy happens, but it happens when I plan for it. 

But today, I'm planning to stay in bed. Yes. All day. And drink another great hot toddy sometime before dark. 

All I've done for the past few weeks is run around accomplishing things that won't matter at all by this time next year. Much of what I've done has just ensured that I'll be occupied in the future with ever more low priority activities. That's how I've planned to be busy. And this is where it gets me: Quavery, shaky, right on the edge of debilitation. 

It's time to put on the brakes, climb back in bed with a sketchbook, and let myself sense the larger currents flowing through our lives. I don't have a wealth of decades left in this incarnation. Every choice requires a crystal clarity.

Rainbows can be elusive. They can shimmer into being with a turn of the road, and then vanish. The currents are like that, too. Like fish flashing in the stream, a quick glimpse may be all we find.