I wonder if this is more of a personality or perspective thing? I can’t help thinking that it must take a certain amount of (economical) privilege to live this way.

When I was very young, I needed check-lists or else I would get nothing done. No school, no chores, no brushing teeth. I guess my mom saw that it’s just the way I operated.

As I got older, and mom stopped writing my to-do lists, I grew more naturally towards the goal-less life style, which I very much enjoyed for a time. But didn’t really get anywhere and felt very unproductive.

I feel that any time I spend without a clear goal is a privilege. A luxury. Something that I can do AFTER landing a job. AFTER getting settled into a new home in a new state.

Goallessness torments me and brings out my worst. But I embrace it occasionally when I can afford it.