Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday. I’m not at work and the days follow each other with nothing to distinguish them. Which days are better? The ones in which I get a lot done or the ones in which I relax and do not. What does it mean to get something done? Does it matter what I do each day? The short answer is that is does matter to me. In some parallel universe is another me watching what I am doing with my time, or more importantly, judging me for what I am not doing. So, being busy becomes “good” and doing nothing is not. Continue reading
