My Approach to Box Checking is a Cavalier One - Part 2: Weekends

Weekends have a similar pattern of to-do list impotence, just with the day job bit cut out. That same list still exists, only this time, uncannily, there’s more pressure to get stuff done. Of course I’m entitled to rest, watch Dave and sit through a season of Top Gear in one sitting. This can’t hurt, comes the evil whisper. Why should I have to work, and serve the needs of these endless ‘lists’? It’s my weekend off GODDAMMIT. And what defines ‘productive’ anyway? I’m learning about cars, I’m laughing at Clarkson. I'm discovering contours on my testicles that I never knew existed. This is making me happy – this is what LIFE. IS. ALL. ABOUT.

Why does the brain need to tick off small achievements, little tasks, and efforts at communication to feel better? It’s that end game, the result, that makes being productive the most obvious medicine and the hardest damn thing to swallow. The distance between the short jizz and the long dream makes this a constant battle, between achievement and delay.

For a complete account of my fruitlessness see, My Approach to Box Checking is a Cavalier One - Part 1: Work