This past weekend had something very odd about it.
I had nothing scheduled.
And while I should have welcomed it as an opportunity to work on projects without deadlines, the truth is I wandered aimlessly around the house, feeling very uncomfortable with my unscheduled time.
This worries me a little bit. I have always thought that the purpose of being ultra-productive was so that you could have free time to do as you wished, unscheduled. Yet here I was, yearning for a list to follow. It was like I couldn’t give myself permission to not do things or work on things that weren’t on “the list”.
As funny as it sounds, I think I may have to put together a list of items to do when I’m done with what I need to accomplish: an un-list list, so to speak.
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