I find days when I don't do anything far more wearing than days packed full of achievement.
When I've nothing to do or just have done nothing the time simultaneously drags and evaporates, suddenly it's the end of the day and... I wasted it.
My blood's not moved more than sluggishly, my brain hasn't stirred itself up out of the silt, the day has had no flow to wash away the debris of overthinking.
I've not even enjoyed the day, just been killing time.
When a day's been like that, I need is good to achieve just one thing, just so the day has a little concrete hook, so the sour taste of a wasted day doesn't carry over to taint sleep and waking.
What can that be tonight?
I get that a lot. Nothing wears me out more than doing nothing...!
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