I made a decision over the weekend to eliminate the word, thought and feeling of busy from my life. As with any habit, i will stumble. But the point was driven home when I spent some time considering my father and what it means to be a father. My examination of that led me to the conslusion of how time goes at the pace it chooses to go and I can either be reactive or proactive. I choose proactive.
In most situations, busy means you're involved in things that won't be brilliant in eternity, or tomorrow for that matter. Busy can also be a signal that you're living under the dogma of someone/something else. You know what I mean; your managing a life that is not your own. Is that really what you want? Do you want to be handed a script every morning telling what your lines are for that day?
Don't be tricked into believing that you can abdicate the responsibility for your life.
So what's so intoxicating about busy? I think, at least in America, it gives a false sense of meaning and purpose. The idea that the more I'm involved in, the more those things will equal to something good and right. But it's even more insidious when we use busyness as a tool to medicate and cope. Sort of like being able to forget (temporarily) about the real pressing issues that are asking for our attention. It can also disarm those who truly want to help. You make the "I'm really busy" statement and they back away. Ironic how we often reject the cure for what plagues us.
My advice to you is to choose life and find the thing(s) that are exclusive to your DNA and pursue them with a good pace. You'll never be busy again.