I just read an article on the importance of not being busy. Definition of busy is now shifted to picturing the level of importance of an individual. The busier one is, the higher level of important one have.
I used to think that way. I love being busy, I love to have long hours of work (not monotonous ones though!). But then lately, I realized that it is simply silly. I don’t have enough time to read books anymore – without falling asleep only after two pages!
It is in my wishlist to be able to manage my time efficiently starting next year. I need to work smarter, but gain a lot more (may God listens). This dream of being a full time writer and book translator is starting to kick in – again.
Have a good weekend!