Anyone catch this piece in the NYT blog? Holy cow does it resonate with me.
Especially this: "I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. Like most writers, I feel like a reprobate who does not deserve to live on any day that I do not write, but I also feel that four or five hours is enough to earn my stay on the planet for one more day."
And this: "Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day."
Worth I read, I think. If you can spare a few minutes out of your busy day that is (HA!).