I'm not busy - I'm performing busy. Analyze my schedule and expose: what am I getting from being busy? Map what "busy" gives me: importance, excuse to avoid intimacy, excuse to avoid myself, status symbol, identity, and proof I matter. Then reveal: I'm addicted to busy because without it, I'd have to face the emptiness. Busy is my drug. It makes me feel valuable while preventing me from examining whether I'm building anything meaningful. Show me what I'm avoiding by staying busy: relationships that need attention? Questions about my life direction? The silence where I'd hear my own thoughts? Strip away the busy and tell me: what's actually left? Am I productive or just moving fast to outrun something? Give me the test: if you weren't busy, who would you be? Include: what I'm running from through busyness, whether my busy equals important or just equals scared to stop, and what would collapse if I slowed down.