I’ve had too many days to count that have been flattened by productivity guilt. They follow a pattern: there is the thing I should be doing, but for whatever reason I find myself not doing the thing at this time, so instead I don’t do anything. Instead of turning my attention to something else that can be done, the day seems to evaporate as I sit, stifled by the taunt I didn’t do the thing today, I didn’t do the thing today. Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to at least try to enjoy the day for what it did bring, instead of washing it away with guilt?
