Busy busy busy.

I don’t exactly consider myself a busy person. I feel like I spend most of my time not really doing anything, just daydreaming. Yet compared to most of the people in my social circle, I get more done than anyone else.

So who’s wrong? Me or them?

Here’s what I’ve been thinking… if I stopped daydreaming, I would never have anything to write about, and I’m a writer so… that seems bad. On the other hand, I should be writing, not daydreaming.

And so the cycle in my head goes on. You know how it is.

We all need to take breaks sometimes and at other times we need to just getter done, no? There’s a balance then. It’s all just a matter of finding it.

Self-fulfillment — at least when it comes to productivity — is an expertly camouflaged beast. Whenever I want to get stuff done I’m too tired, and when I know I need to stop and rest I can’t turn the brilliant (at least I think so) ideas off. Inspiration flows directly through my head into my fingers like water or some metaphor.

Maybe it’s helpful then for you to know someone else feels the same way, assuming of course that you do feel this way. Maybe you don’t, maybe you’re awesome. Congrats on that then. Wait a minute, I’m awesome too, shut up.

You see my point.

I think we should just take the time to reflect as much as we take the time to work. Time is spent either way so there’s no point in feeling bad about what we did. We can only try spend our time from here on in the way we feel is best.

I swear I’m too busy not being busy.

And I’m okay with that.