Why is it I feel so compelled to be busy all the time?

It’s like the notion of sitting still just bothers some part of me.   I feel guilty for wanting to sit and do nothing productive; but there is always so damn much to get done.

Right now for instance, I would adore a nap.

After running all morning and a solid workout, my heed is screaming for some rest.

As the gears churn, I think of all the shit I need to do.

Work on the studio.
Practice some new chord changes.
Laundry
Dishes
Research strategy for a marketing plan.
Walk the Wündermütt.
Clean and oil my pistol.
Work on at least 3 machines.
Box up stuff for donations.
Move two desks.
Order some parts.
Fix a printer.
Finish up Christmas stuff(that is it’s own list)
Clean up the backyard.
Cover my riding mower.
Work on my motorcycle.
Backup my phones data.
Drive 32 miles one way to talk to a potential customer.
Study.
Work on some websites.

Well…..shite.

It’s either work on all this, or just say fook it and do what I want.

Play Gears of War, and then take a nap.

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