Bustle: (v) to move in an energetic or noisy manner
It’s a simple statement but true.
This has taken me years and years to understand. I have often placed myself in an atmosphere with those who bustle and hustle and insist on using more muscle. It ends up being a nervous, frustrating event, permeated with anxiety. The byproduct is always exhaustion.
I know we believe that at the end of our work we should be tired–but nowhere in any book of quality or holiness is it suggested that fatigue is the reward for fruitful effort.
The prize spoken of in these volumes is joy. We should be joyful when we finish what we set out to do.
If we’re frustrated, grouchy, sporting a headache, or testy, we probably have tried to run when walking was available, and bounce when rolling would have been just as efficient.
Here is an axiom: slow down, do better things, feel great.
Actually, when I started believing that everything I did in life was supposed to produce joy, I not only simplified the pace, but I found that I embraced the endeavor so much more–and I learned how to do it more quickly. I got just as much done in much less time without becoming frantic.
Do not try to impress me by talking about your bustle. Such “raciness” only lends itself to crashes.