Today has been one of those days where you wake up bright and early, motivated, ready to seize the day and all that rubbish, make a constructive list of things to do, and land up doing everything BUT what’s on that list. ARGH.
Not to say that what I did wasn’t productive…ummm…well actually, it wasn’t productive at all. But it’s Saturday! That’s what I’m telling myself. But when you work for yourself, everyday can be Saturday and that realization takes no time to ruin your evening as you are left full of guilt for not having accomplished much.
See, my time spent = money earned. I.e. no productivity, no money. Great way of living you’d say, but it’s tougher than you realize. To be self-disciplined is one thing and to be motivated at the same time — all the time(!!!) — is another thing. To the extent, that today I almost envied people with a proper job, as they can afford to mess around some days, waffle and be completely unproductive — it’s not going to affect their paycheck.
Sigh. Oh well. There’s my little rant for the day. I’m not going to try to be productive anymore and am going to cook instead. Tomorrow is another day.
I hear you! I just wrote a post on Matador about just that….how is it that we writers are addicted to productivity 24-7? What about just enjoying our day and being a little more patient with ourselves?
Easier said than done, I say.
one cant be that calculative though everything needs planning…planning..as in a proper way of doing things!!!!
If one starts complaining it is a never ending story!
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
…..Oh sweet leisure that you and I lost!