Last week I wondered about the flow of life. Why, at some times, does life seem to flow in the right direction with very little effort, while in other seasons, nothing seems easy? I suggested that part of the answer could be busyness. Well, duh. I got thinking about the types of things that I tend to skip when I get too busy: reading, exercising, sleeping, thinking, writing, relational time. And then I ask why life doesn’t seem to be as good? It’s amazing how one can identify the illness, and have a pretty good idea of the treatment, but still feel like the cure is out of reach. How does one live today without being busy?