" i have this productivity anxiety that everyone else is working harder than me and i’m going to be left behind cause i’m not working fast enough long enough and i’m wasting my time
i don’t sit down to have breakfast i take it to go i call my mother when i’m free—otherwise it takes too long to have a conversation
i put off everything that won’t bring me closer to my dreams as if the things i’m putting off are not the dream themselves
isn’t the dream that i have a mother to call and a table to eat breakfast at
instead i’m lost in the sick need to optimize every hour of my day so i’m improving in some way making money in some way advancing my career in some way because that’s what it takes to be successful right
i excavate my life package it up sell it to the world [...]
capitalism got inside my head and made me think my only value is how much i produce for people to consume capitalism got inside my head and made me think i am of worth as long as i am working
i learned impatience from it i learned self-doubt from it learned to plant seeds in the ground and expect flowers the next day
but magic doesn’t work like that magic doesn’t happen cause i’ve figured out how to pack more work in a day magic moves by the laws of nature and nature has its own clock magic happens when we play when we escape daydream and imagine that’s where everything with the power to fulfill us is waiting on its knees for us