Today I learned that if I allow myself to do the “fun”/”unproductive” activities that I actually want to do (in this case, it was writing and drawing), I’m less grumpy about the tasks I have to do in order to keep my life from falling apart (eg. maintaining my student loan). Neat. I can work with this.
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I’m having the exact same realization. A friend sent me painting supplies. They arrived on Friday. Given my recent depression, I expected to paint for an hour maybe, do some writing, and spend the rest of the weekend moping on the sofa. But no–I cleaned a little, bought groceries, wrote quite a bit, finally sent the ex the things she asked that I mail, and painted for at least six hours.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve gone most of your life not actually knowing what “relax” means. Turns out what I thought I was doing when I relaxed wasn’t relaxing at all.
Glad to hear you’re getting things done and having fun doing it.