Sloth is the New Productive: Guilt-Free...Kinda

I didn't do shit today. I sat on my ass and stuffed my face. And it was glorious. I had a sort of Orange is the New Black marathon. Pretty good show. I enjoy it.

I did feel guilty doing nothing, knowing there were things I could be doing. But another voice in my head reminded me I worked hard all week, and I even stayed up late Friday night to get more work done.

And I return to the fray tomorrow, so shouldn't I be allowed one day to myself to recharge? That's an important thing for us introverts. And I do feel recharged. I did do some cleaning, and I will probably get a little more done before bed. Probably the dishes.

And here I am getting some writing done.

And yet....and yet.

There is that part of my that won't let myself off the hook. A powerful voice that always reminds me that no matter what I do, it's not good enough.

I have named this person in the past. My inner critic.

Introducing: Durty Frank.