Yesterday I was extremely productive. This seems like a good thing, except that all my productivity was directed toward tasks that weren't necessary to complete at the moment. I organized paperwork, redesigned handouts for a class, backed up documents, and archived pictures I've taken over the last few months.
Nothing urgent. No looming due dates. Just stuff that needed to be done sometime, and that "sometime" happened to be yesterday.
As I worked, though, a concern cropped up that I was wasting my time. After all, I had other tasks to complete, ones that arguably were more important or pressing.
I'm so focused on time!
I try to cram as much productivity into all waking hours, feeling as if I'm squandering a precious commodity with any action or task that falls outside of the realm of being purposeful. But sometimes I can't live according to the clock. I've got to live in the moments, too.
The truth is, I enjoyed the odds-and-ends I completed yesterday. None of them advanced today's to-do list, but each brought its own pleasure.
Sometimes, that's enough.