Excuses

A few weeks ago, my son and cousin picked quite a few pears for me. I wanted to make jelly, pear butter, and canned pears in light syrup. After working hard to pick many, many pears, they brought them to kitchen. I thanked them profusely and proceeded to let the pears sit. And sit. And sit. I let them sit until quite a few were rotten. My excuse? I was soooo busy.

During that same time, I neglected to blog anything. My birthday came and went, a friend visited, and several other interesting things have happened that I wanted to blog about, but I was just too busy.

What I find amusing about this story is that during this same 2 1/2 weeks, I have read 10 (400+ page) novels. 10. Hmmm...

Now, don't get me wrong, I am busy--especially now that school is in session. It seems that almost every second of my life is crammed with something to do or somewhere to go, but in reality, I do have time to do most things I need to do and many that I want to do. The problem is that sometimes I use busyness as an excuse for laziness. When I look a bit closer, I realize that I am just being lazy. I am doing what I want (reading, listing to/watching political talk, etc.), instead of what I really need (canning pears that my son and cousin spent much time and effort picking--at my request) to do.

Next time I say to myself that I'm just too busy, I need to examine my motivations a bit more closely. Am I really too busy, or am I just being lazy?