It’s something I try not to think about too often – I’m better when I’m busy. Things get done, effectively and efficiently. The To-do list is full of tasks achieved. I am better prepared, better equipped to finish things simply because I have to be. There is no other option.
I enjoy life more when I’m not busy. I get to choose what I want to do. I can spend a whole day reading or watching DVDs or out with friends or driving around the coast. Things get done. Eventually. Maybe. My grandfather used to tell my mother “Laziness is no good unless it’s well carried out.” He knew the value of having nothing to do. (For a given value of nothing – his value of nothing is sure to look different to my value of nothing.)
When I am not busy I struggle to find motivation. Often I’ll have a list of four or five things that I want to achieve in a weekend. Mostly housework stuff, if the truth be known. I’m not fussed if I don’t get them all done because there’s always more time. There’s always tomorrow. It’s not exactly procrastination, there just isn’t any urgency.
Although I am more satisfied with progress when I am busy, I am more satisfied with life when I am not.