The busier I get, the less available I am to myself and to God within me. The less available I am to these things, the more critical I become of others. The more critical I am of others, the more angry I become...at them, at myself for being so, at nearly everything that doesn't cooperate with my agendas.
When I sense the latter, I look at how busy I have let myself become again...and make it a point to stop -- to go running in the woods, to sit down and look at something for longer than usual, to lay purposely in bed and not start on my list.
...guess what I did this morning?
