BUSY

What is important to me?

I am little ashamed of how frequent and easily you name rolls off my lips. Like, when I am trying to get off a call with someone I love, when my child asks me to play, or when I am tired and I just need break, I say I'm sorry, I can't, in your name's sake.

Your presence is vibrant and loud, a nearly irresistible seduction. Once was all it took then minute by minute I gave my time you. Only, now I look up to find all my minutes consumed.

My addiction to you has grown so strong and temptation sings a siren song.

The beauty of your name is not lost to my fears. I can see now how wrapping my myself in your embrace will cost more than my years.

Too long, I have hidden and let you be my excuse. The harsh ever-present truth is over and over I chose you.

I made the time for so many things, but when I dropped the ball or let something fall like a safety net, it was your name I called.

Time will never just fall into place. So, I am owning my choices and bowing out with grace.

Intentionality is the key. One singular question keeps tugging and tugging at my seams. Does how I spend my time truly reflect what is important to me?

Time has come to end my relationship with you, 'Busy'.