Being Busy on Purpose
I have a lot I want to say about being busy on purpose (maybe this is obvious to everyone), preferring the stress over tiny things like being late for an appointment to the sadness that can rise up when things are quiet, when there's no where we have to be, no one we have to get back to, nothing we're running behind on. A fear of being where we are. Like that last haunting image in The Graduate--we got everything we wanted--now what? It's easy to keep big life questions at bay by continually swatting at the little ones buzzing around like flies in front of your face.