I have a lot on the go this week — the two biggest things (in addition to my paid work) are studying for my “Life in the UK” immigration test next week and preparing to give this bookbinding lesson on Sunday.
But I’ve forbidden myself to use the word “busy”. There’s kind of a cult of busy, as if being busy has a virtue to it, and you don’t even have to produce anything to be busy. It’s just a way to keep people at arm’s length and justify worrying.
No, instead I’m up to a lot this week, but there’s time for it all. The trick is just for me to do one thing at a time, and not get caught in the mental rapids of thinking ahead to all the other things. No, just this thing, now.
I’ve got a big stapler. It arrived yesterday. But it came without staples. Ugh. So I ordered some, and those should arrive this morning.
“Procedural Living”, I shall call this — which is, I suppose, like saying “Falling forward while moving your feet in succession” when you mean “walking”.
