02/06/2026
Today I expected to be productive.
I had plans. Ideas. Things I thought I’d get done.
Instead, I felt tired. Floaty. A little tender around the edges.
So today’s productivity looked different.
It looked like listening.
A slower afternoon.
A phone call with a friend.
A warm bath.
Time in the garden.
A cup of cacao.
The evening birdsong.
An early night.
For a long time, I might have pushed through and called that discipline.
Today, I recognised it as wisdom.
Sometimes the most productive thing we can do is respond to what our body is asking for, rather than what our mind had planned.
The to-do list will still be there tomorrow and likely, the creative juices will be back.
Not every day is for creating. Some days are for restoring the creator.
