I used to think I was busy because of what I had to do. Now I’m worried that I’m always busy because of who I am. I expected I’d have a down period after I finished my last book. I looked forward to endless hours of staring off into nothingness. Or, you know, just playing a lot of Xbox. That hasn’t turned out to be the case. No matter how much day I have, I always find a way to fill it. There are chores, the kids (who have a lot of overlap with chores), and that whole job thing. I have large swaths of time when I have almost nothing scheduled, yet I still manage to be too busy to get to anything fun. It’s possible I create work where there is none out because I’d feel guilty if I relaxed and enjoyed myself. It’s more likely that I’m simply inefficient and make even minor tasks fill all my available time. I’ve found my ultimate personality flaw. Are you able to relax and do nothing, or is your day always filled with stuff, even if you don’t intend it to be? Sound off in the comments.
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