I have a giant list of things I should be doing, but I can’t be doing them and be doing this. And, frankly, those things are probably more important. But if I always put off things I enjoy for things that are important, well, I’d never do anything I enjoy.
So I set my timer for two minutes, and gave myself permission to put down whatever poured out.
I think I used up half my time justifying what I was doing.
I do that a lot. I justify what I’m doing, or what I did, or didn’t do. And, most of the time, there’s no need to do so. And yet, I still feel the need to.
I’m not sure why I do that, but I know that it’s something I’m working on.
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