It’s like there’s this new competition to see who can be the busiest. “How are you?” “Crazy busy!” “Me too! Absolutely manic!” Conversations are spent comparing hectic schedules and reeling off endless to-do lists, but mostly we just text because, seriously, who has time for an actual conversation? What I want to know is, when did busy become better? When did a jam-packed diary become a measure of success? And does that mean I’m failing because, since losing everything, I’m currently not that rushed off my feet,
