A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
It's hard to know if productivity is relative to the person, the task, the time, the list, or whatever. I have trouble defining what it means to be "productive," yet if I'm not productive then I have failed. Take, for example, this weekend. I was determined to be productive this weekend. I was scheduled to go to Cincinnati (I've known about this since the end of December), but at the last minute, I made the decision not to go. I really didn't want to be here, and I knew this when I made that decision, but I decided that I needed a weekend to catch up with life--something that I've been putting off for a while. In order to keep from checking my watch every 5 minutes wondering what
they were doing now, I made the decision that this weekend had to be ultra productive. So, looking back...was it productive? Well, I think it was. But, how do I know? My impossible list has many little check marks all lined up neatly along the page's edge, but does that mean I was productive? Will I go to sleep tonight relaxed and content with all that has been done? Probably not. Maybe that means I wasn't productive.
This is all so important, I know.