Sometimes I feel like there are simply so many things to be doing and accomplishing that I freak out, and my momentum stops before I even get started. All these ideas are boiling around in my head but getting them out is just taking time from something else I could be doing. Something else that is equally important. I need to learn more programming, then I realize I could be spending my time teaching my niece soccer. Or I feel I need exercise more and realize I could equally be cleaning up the house.
What I don’t understand is boredom. I used to understand boredom when I was much younger. When I would stay in Texas for the summer with my father in this 500 person podunk town, with no friends or family, and one room with air conditioning. A summer where all I did was watch TV or read books and hang out with my dad. Boredom is now a luxury. One that only occurs when my body, mind, and heart are done for the day and cannot do much else. Although lately even that isn’t occurring.
Lately I’ve been reading books, and learning about things until I start to pass out. Then I wake up and get going again. Something about the Fall makes me more capable, more productive. It reminds me of starting school, and the excitement of it all.
Do the seasons heavily affect your productivity? Another, more important question, is how can we expect them not to?