I've had a fairly insane week, even by my already fairly insane standards. Last week I was up most mornings before 6, packing up the house, running errands, getting rid of crap. The days were filled with activities such as purging closets and making lots of trips to the Salvation Army with trunkloads of stuff. Then as soon as the movers left we jumped on a plane and headed down here, arriving late on Tuesday night. If you saw my meeting schedule from the last three days at work, you might be tempted to tear your hair out as much as I was. I haven't been home long enough to unpack, and haven't eaten a meal here yet, unless you count having a banana for breakfast, because there were several things to be celebrated: June 1, our first day at Yahoo, was also Stewart's and my third anniversary. And the next day we went out to celebrate with all our new friends and co-workers at Yahoo who had worked so hard to bring Flickr inside the company. Tomorrow we fly off to New York to celebrate our Webby award.

It's all a lot of eustress. So when I read this passage from a mailing list I'm on with a bunch of other overachievers, it really struck me. Because through all this activity, I've been sick with a cold and tired and knew I really should be in bed getting better. Instead I was dissipating all my energy and being, weirdly, lazy and irresponsible.

"There's a Buddhist teaching," one of our friends on the mailing list writes, "that the impulse to stay busy can be a particularly insidious form of laziness. As Sogyal Rinpoche put it:

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