Another week of isolation passes and the sense of wasted time settles over you. Is it June already?! How is it possible that the last two months have felt like the longest and shortest amount of time ever? What have I even been doing?
Perhaps these thoughts have been running through your head too. It can be easy to get pulled down into the idea that you’ve accomplished nothing during quarantine. The other day on a Zoom meeting for our church community group I caught myself saying that I was “tired of doing nothing.” It was partially a joke and partially an expression of frustration. In my last post, I talked about focusing on consistency instead of pace in the production of your creative work. Let me tell you, it’s easy to write about, harder to put into action.
It’s been about five months since I committed to writing seriously, so I want to spend a little bit of time reflecting on those five months in this post. In particular, I want to take a look at my ongoing relationship with the concept of productivity and the guilt that goes along with it.