Busy being busy

Do you ever find yourself thinking that you never used to be this busy? I thought about this at the weekend, when I was with a group of friends and we were trying to organise a date to meet up again. We eventually settled on a date in July... though this remains tentative! How had we all got so busy? And will we ever be less busy than we are now? I wondered about busy-ness and whether it's a bit of an epidemic, the first-world crisis that seems to snowball. It can also become a bit addictive... I was caught up in it last night, when my 'to do' list reached peak capacity and I thought I might literally collapse from all the things that I had to do. So instead, I went to yoga, had the best time (we did partner yoga, so a real physical challenge!), got a good night's sleep, and approached the list this morning. Refreshed and revived, it turns out the list wasn't that mountainous, and I've got most of it done already. The thought of being so busy was worse than the actual practice.  My conclusion? I need to draw a line at the end of the day, or at the end of the working week, so that I can re-energise effectively.  And I need to remind myself that stopping the busy-ness is a choice and I can do it. How about you?