There is beauty in procrastinating. It’s your mind moved by its true untamed force. I understand that things must be done but most of the times the price to fight it is too high. I didn’t get any of the things I planned to do today done. But other things happened. My mind went places. It felt good.
Rec’ing this with two caveats: that it’s not super long-term and that you feel some personal purpose in what you’re doing.
It’s an intense and potentially overwhelming state but there’s also some exhilaration in having your work be so obvious that you just have to do it – no time to dilly-dally!
have you ever looked outside and seen a view so beautiful that you walked quickly through an open door only to find out it was a glass and your whole body bounces back with your face throbbing from hitting the window? yeah that's what this book feels like.
