The Art of “Rat-Racing”


There is a term that is used in our daily lives. It has become a default answer to the common courtesy questions. You know, the questions like “How have you been?”, “Where have you been?”, “What have you been up to?” But the answer we all seem to so easily give is not an answer of true thought or meaning. It doesn’t solve any kind of problem. It’s purpose had been reduced as a way of purely proving oneself in conversation. This term is “busy”.

What does it mean to be “busy”?

To be “busy” is considered to be an excuse for not making time for something because of another something. To be “busy” is considered to be a polite way of declining an offer. But are we not always this kind of “busy”? Are we not always exchanging one activity for another to our own liking?

Yes, it is true, we have to be honest about how often this one little word is used. It is used by oh so many on a daily basis, as we increasingly claim there is not enough time in the day for this and that. Tell me the truth! If there was another hour in the day, what would you do with it? If there was another day in the week, what would you do with it?

But with each and every new opportunity, there comes a moment of decision. This decision may bring us to excitement, yet also to guilt. There is excitement in knowing that we will get to actually do something we hoped to do that day or that week. Then comes the shadow of guilt as the other options, events, and relationships dissipate. It’s times like these that making choices is difficult, yet worth all the reward.

And with every opportunity comes another reason to say the word “busy” in the daily lingo. But what about the days when there is not more opportunity, but choice is by survival?

… What if your car got stuck in a snow drift on the drive to class?

… What if you stayed up until 4:30 am de-contaminating your dorm from head lice before your 6am work shift? (another blog post coming soon!…)

… What if your best friend calls during her panic attack seconds before your term paper is due?

Would they believe my “busy” then? Would they see my zombie eyes? My dead man walk? My heart rate spike? My hunched shoulders? My blistered hands? My dragging feet? My shaking legs? My nub-bitten finger nails?

So, my dear reader, I continue to have my days when I feel like throwing in the towel, walking out, and singing “You Had A Bad Day” by Daniel Powter, I give you permission to fully engage with the worry and stress that weighs on your heart. However, I also pass onto you the power to express and explain what you are going through to the One whose heart breaks to watch you go through it.

Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.

Matthew 11: 28-30

As the well runs dry for today, I invite you to speak your truth about the context behind the word “busy”. I must ask you the question:Β In what ways do you feel caught in the so-called “rat race” of our society?


Sing a song for the soul: You Had a Bad Day- Alvin and the Chipmunks

Cut to the Beginning

I sat in the salon chair staring at the mirror in anticipation. As the salon lady combed a slice of hair over my face, it tickled my nose as it stood there awaiting for a place to belong. I pictured in my mind one last time what I would look like after this day, and who I would be. This was not just the makings of a new hairdo. This was the makings of a new me. The salon lady took the slightest sliver out of that slice of hair and wrapped it around her pinkie. This would be the year that I would make my own decisions. The scissors opened in her right hand. This would be the year that I would muster the strength in taking risks. My eyes grew wide and my hands found each other beneath the black salon robe and held each other in clenched fists. This would be the year that I became BOLD. {Snip!} And there it went. The first strand of hair fell down past my face, slid down the robe, and onto the floor. I was now an Allison with bangs. I was not an Allison willing to have a voice. From this day forward I made a personal policy with myself to see the world with a new point of view.

You could say that day, that I got some BANG for my buck πŸ™‚ Β It was New Years Eve of 2018 when it happened. But this was a change that I had anticipated and planned for nearly half a year. This was a change that I was ready for. Funny enough, it had now become my annual appearance update. Though I know appearance is not something to become an idol or how I identify myself. But it wasn’t just a change of looks, but a change of perspective. It was a physical symbol of the change in seasons of life, the change in my heart. That day, December 31, 2017 marked a new beginning for me. It was the beginning of a life with the ability to be BOLD.

My name is Allison, but most people call me Alli. My favorite nickname I’ve ever been given is Alpal, so I’ve considered sticking with that. I am first and foremost a follower of Jesus. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I’ve learned through many trials about the importance and the need of the peace that surpasses all understanding… But that may be a story for another day.

Besides that, there are many things I could use to define myself, but when it comes down to it, I’m just passionate about people! I think God made all of us to be so unique and wonderful in our own way and I like to call Him out on it πŸ™‚ As for this blog, I consider this a shared space to rest and express the thoughts that come to mind. I also consider this a space of inspiration and support for all that come across it. So my hope and prayer is that you feel welcome here.

Likewise to my New Year’s Eve haircut, today is a new beginning for me. I named this blog AllisWell because it has two special meanings to me. The first is as “Alli’s Well” because I see this as a place to share my “well” of my personal knowledge, experiences, and advice as I walk through life. I hope this place will be a place of embracing uniqueness, but also for placing a footprint towards making the world a more beautiful place. The second meaning is as “All is Well” because I see this as a place of striving to become more of a well-rounded individual and embracing where we are now. This includes a gratitude and an improvement upon the physical, the emotional, and the spiritual wellbeing that God has given us.

So my dear reader, as this well runs dry for today, I offer this blog as a place to heal whether it be for a laugh, a story to dive into, or a piece of advice.

I look forward to pouring out next time, but until then I’ll be filling up!

Grace and Peace,


Start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start. β€” Maria von Trapp

Sing a song for the soul: Do Re Mi- Julie Andrews