I have an allergic over the word busy. Whenever someone tells me they are busy, I have an urge to slap their faces, to wake them up from their imagination – oh, especially the ones who claims to be busy while their tweets and Facebook updates were regular – oh, oh those friends who tell everyone they are busy and then secretly make choices on who they want to hang out with (selective-busy you may call it) My new definition of busy is “when you are so freaking busy you ain’t got time to pee or shit or eat or bathe because there are just so freaking many things to do!” Believe me. When I say I’m busy, that really happened. I don’t bathe. I don’t eat. I don’t go for toilet breaks. Those can wait. But, Today, I want to re-define it. As I was thinking about being busy, a few thoughts pop into my head. Here’s the new meaning: If you are too busy to hang out with God, you’re too busy. So, are you busy today?