I’ve been told I am a busy-body.
To be clear, the term busy-body is usually a noun, “A person who is too interested in the private lives of other people.” But when describing me it is a verb, “To move around, not necessarily with purpose.”
OK, it’s true I do have a habit of flitting from one thing to the next and I sometimes stay moving all day and at the end of the day I am not quite sure if I accomplished anything. It goes something like this – I need to respond to some emails but first I am going to quickly unload the dishwasher. Putting glasses away I realize the kitchen cabinets need re-organizing so I empty the contents of the cabinets onto the counter. After wiping the cabinets out I decide the dish towels need to be washed. I go to the basement to start a load of laundry and while in the basement I start sorting through shelves loaded with “stuff” and put together a box of things to take to Goodwill. So now the dishwasher is wide open, the kitchen counters are covered in dishes and I still have not responded to the emails. hmmmm…..
Need a visual?
Yesterday, I was carrying bricks that were pilled next to the house to the lower yard to put at the bottom of the fire-pit. While I was down there I picked some weeds/wild flowers. I brought those up to the porch and put some in a small vase and some in a jam jar. I decided the jam jar should be wrapped in birch bark. I took the dogs on a walk in the woods to get bark off some dead trees that I’d noticed on the ground the day before. I wrapped the jar in birchbark. I took a picture of it and posted it to my Instagram account. My neighbor shouted hello from his window and then brought his dog out to play with my dogs. I brought the dogs inside to towel them off and do a tick check. I started making lunch, then decided to go on a run instead. Busy-body? Maybe.