Busy work sometimes takes up a fair amount of the day. Just as driving from point A to B to C. I had a number of stops today…all seemingly in different parts of the city. And I had to take care of an errand. An errand that ate up a big part of what one could consider to be the “productive” part of the day. And that errand lead to busy work. What’s my point? I’m not entirely sure I have one, other than that this is a thing that happens. So I experience it. I find myself having a little conversation within about the story of productivity that I’ve introjected. I find myself having to feel my heart a bit more. I find myself working just a bit harder to be nicer to myself. That’s all. End of story.