Life is busy right now. We have a huge tournament next week in Texas. We have a flu bug that we picked up at the last tournament, and a handful of the kids are suffering with it. Our business plucks along, but the to-do list is towering.
Is a busy life bad? We suppose it would be if the busyness of life wasn’t rewarding or worthwhile. We can hardly think that. The good things we participate in are so fruitful we can hardly keep up with it. We love our life, we love our busyness.
Question: When does a busy life become dysfunctional?