Busy

My busy these days no longer means I am giving all my time to the things that will distract me from being sad—I have changed its definition now. I am busy taking good care of myself, that when my body needs to rest and sleep, I will do it; that when my mind gets overwhelmed with too much things to grasp, I will pause and let it ease off; that when I don't feel like smiling and laughing, I won't—if I feel so down and blue, I will acknowledge it. I am busy being real to myself now. I am busy loving and accepting my own being.