All of our lives are consumed with incessant busyness. When did this obsession with being busy to the point of madness start? It's become like a plague spreading among us; a virus.
What's bizarre is the very thing driving us crazy is the thing we ask each other to find out how well we're doing. And the more busy you are, the more successful your life is. People ask me "Are you busy?" I say, "Are you kidding? I'm so busy I've had two heart attacks." They think that's fantastic.
There's such shame now if you're not keeping up with the next guy. I read about women who work 47 hours a day, have 13 children, know how to make a cupcake and jog at 3am in the morning. Am I meant to feel guilty? These women should be exterminated - not held up as role models.
When are we going to say like they did in the film Network? "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
We blame the world for making us such a mess. We say it's because of global warming or the economy or whoever happens to be the enemy; they change ever half an hour I can't tell anymore but the conflict is in our minds and we project it onto the world.
It's like we've declared a war in our own brains against ourselves. Let's start to de-clutter our minds - and then we can worry about what's out there.