The Fine Art of Doing Nothing
Jan. 9th, 2010 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rickpsToday was one of those days. Lots of plans, all sorts of things I wanted to get done. And I've accomplished, um, maybe part of one of them. It's been a GREAT day.
Why is it that doing nothing can be so damn fulfilling? I love the feeling of accomplishment. It drives me crazy when I see something I should have done but didn't. But today's 'me' day was downright perfect. And it's left me wondering why that is.
Do we set too many expectations for ourselves and burn out? Is putting our whims as a priority somehow wrong? Should I feel guilty at wasting a perfectly good day when I could have possibly answered the problems of the universe? Or at least gone to see a movie?
But I don't feel burned out. I don't think it was wrong. And I try never to feel guilty. But I do wish I'd gone to see a movie. It was a very, very, VERY good day.
Yay!
Why is it that doing nothing can be so damn fulfilling? I love the feeling of accomplishment. It drives me crazy when I see something I should have done but didn't. But today's 'me' day was downright perfect. And it's left me wondering why that is.
Do we set too many expectations for ourselves and burn out? Is putting our whims as a priority somehow wrong? Should I feel guilty at wasting a perfectly good day when I could have possibly answered the problems of the universe? Or at least gone to see a movie?
But I don't feel burned out. I don't think it was wrong. And I try never to feel guilty. But I do wish I'd gone to see a movie. It was a very, very, VERY good day.
Yay!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-01-10 03:10 am (UTC)