Is life *supposed* to be this busy?

Is it just a product of our modern world, or is this what life is *supposed* to be like?

The constant rushing around from one thing to another, the pressure from that i-can't-stop-now-because-i-have-5o-billion-things-to-do feeling.

Is life supposed to be all about waking up early, going to bed late, and constantly having the pressure of doing things in between?


I sometimes feel that my life is just rushing past me in a big blurr of zooming from one thing to another, with every single other moment spent sitting revising in front of books.
and then if I stop there are 25 other things that need to be done...washing, tidying, vacuuming, organising, emailing, printing...praying....ad infinitum.

I mean.....shouldn't life be a bit slower?

Is it meant to be this fast-paced?


But then on the other hand, what else would I do?!
Being at home and doing nothing all day long would be pretty boring (as supported by the extreme boredom of the the long summer holidays I used to have), and it would also be a bit of a waste of the gifts I've been given.

and also...I wouldn't really want to give up Medicine. Even if it meant I could go for loong slow walks, and enjoy the autumn colours, and actually ensure the house always looks in order...in a weird i-hate-you-for-the-stress-you-cause-me kinda way, I love doing medicine. I love everything about it.


Maybe it's just being a 5th year Medical student. The work-load is like some kind of enormous and scarey mountain, the summit of which you never reach, and you can never (ever) rest because there is always more that needs to be done. (and oh, the fear and pressure of my Finals partI in June makes me terrified right now.)

Maybe it's because I had a massively long day day, and currently have a sore throat (you know that i'm-swallowing-razor-blades feeling in your throart...), and I have to get up at 6am tomorrow for another 11.5hr day.

and it's currently 11pm and I still have quite a few prayers to say..........


I wonder was the Virgin Mary's life was like.

She probably did a lot too; walking for 3 days to see Elizabeth despite being several months pregnant for example.
But she probably maintained an inner calm and peace, because everything she did, was done as an offering to God, and not for the sake of the thing itself.

The thing itself therefore probably didn't make her stressed, because she did it to the best of her ability, and then offered it up to God, trusting in His merciful Providence.

I just need to take some quiet day to learn how to do that....