Busy or Not

Certain weeks I’m busy
And I run around a lot
So I’m either in a tizzy
Or I’m wondering why not.

For when plans are sometimes lacking
You might think I’d just relax
But I sent those calm genes packing
And I’m antsy to the max.

Though, with age in the equation,
Staying home at times appeals
And I don’t need much persuasion
If the cold nips at my heels.

Yet it’s balance I am seeking,
Busy interspersed with not.
Too much either way I’m freaking
(Which I tend to do a lot).