The Rev. Casey dunsworth

serves as Associate Campus Pastor to the Belfry, the Lutheran-Episcopal Campus Ministry to UC Davis

and as Program Director for LEVN, the Lutheran Episcopal Volunteer Network.

Busy Busy Busy

Have you read this?

I agree with it so much.

I have been on summer vacation for just over a month now, and I have almost a month left. This is the first time in a long time that I have had no job, no homework, no internship, no nothin'. And there are days where I super dig that -- I woke up at 11:00 this morning because I was awake very late on the phone and then reading. And it's not a problem, because I didn't have anywhere to be this morning. I'm supposed to be playing in a softball game this afternoon with my friends, but we might not find anywhere we can play, so maybe we'll just throw a frisbee at the beach instead or something.

Other days, like yesterday, I get out of bed and try to think of something to do. I sat outside in the sun and read for a while. I ate lunch. I read some more. I worked out. I took a shower at like 6pm and went to dinner with my parents. It was a pretty slow day. I would have preferred to have had something to do, just because I've had so many days of nothing. But, in the end, yesterday was a good day.

The only reason I could possibly feel like yesterday was not a good day is because this last month has been a sort of detox off of nearly five years of non-stop busy. Between all that I was doing (class and extra-curricular) my last two years of college (and the summers in between) and then with seminary and CPE and never-ending reading, it's no wonder that I don't know what to do with days on end of blank calendar squares. I feel like I need to have responsibilities, need to have things to do, because that is what everyone else is pretending to value and need and expect of each other. There is a degree to which I enjoy having things on the calendar, but it's also nice to get a phone call and say, "be right there!" instead of, "maybe next time." That's something I could really get used to.

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