Choosing "my busy"...
The other day, a student asked me, quite directly: “How busy are you?” I smiled. Because the honest answer is simple: I am always busy. There is always something. Emails waiting. Deadlines approaching. Meetings scheduled. People to respond to. Ideas to develop. A never-ending list that seems to regenerate faster than I can cross things off. Busy has become a constant state. Almost an identity. And I started wondering—when did that happen? When did “busy” become the default answer to “How are you?” When did it become something we say with a mix of pride and exhaustion, as if it justifies our existence? But more importantly, how much of this busy is actually mine ? Because if I’m honest, not all busy is created equal. There is busy that energises me, that feels aligned, that gives me a sense of purpose. And then there is busy that drains, that fills space without meaning, that I say yes to without thinking. The dangerous part is that from the outside, it all looks the same. Just… b...