Everyone’s "Busy"

As I sit on a milk-carton on the side of Abbot Kinney, sipping my ice-cold whipper-snapper (what’s in this coffee? I like the name…), I wonder why I overwhelm myself with how “busy” I am.

My parents have more bills and headaches to take care of than I do, but they manage to keep their calm about it, and find the time to enjoy life.

They’re really good at not thinking about the things they have to, until the time comes to do so.

Somehow, they still manage to not miss any deadlines and keep things organized.

They must have a system.






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