I had a fantasy the other day (not that kind) where I had finished everything on my to do list. Every item had a line through it. I literally had nothing that needed to be done. I must have reveled in that feeling of accomplishment for nearly 10 minutes before a creeping thought took its
I’m looking at my “No Really You Have To Do These Things” list. It’s not a ton of stuff, but there are 14 things that absolutely must be done before the weekend. Naturally, I should prioritize them by which ones are most urgent (and longest ignored). Instead, my thought process goes something like this: “Which
I just need to move. That much is clear after I once again spent the day moving my furniture. I did not find enlightenment. You know what else I didn’t find? My apartment is not a gigantic tetris board. Changing the angle of my furniture will not suddenly win me a prize or suddenly