Day 96 of 200: Fried

I’m not one a person who conflates busyness with being interesting. A lot of people do. If you’ve ever read world-class mommyblog Dooce at all since she got divorced, you know exactly what I mean. Nobody cares how busy you are. It’s not at all interesting. In fact, it’s the exact opposite.

Busyness gives you no time to think or daydream or create or be fun. When I tell people that I try to arrange my life in such a way that I’m never busy they laugh even though I am not kidding. Busyness makes people boring.

Lordy, have I been busy lately. I’ve worked every day in October. I’ve worked so much today that I ate instant mashed potatoes for supper at 8 p.m. while editing a PowerPoint for a client. The PowerPoint is not finished. However, my ability to do things is.

This is not easy for my brain. It has a hard time leaving things unfinished. I am the queen of “just one more thinging” myself into working until 2 a.m. This is not good for me or the work. I don’t do good work at 2 a.m.

You know what I’m good at doing at 2 a.m.? Snoring. Sometimes drooling.

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