Part of the struggle of having loads of free time is making use of it. What it means to make use of free time is up for debate.

I like to use it to somehow improve, or make progress, within a specific domain. That might mean reading a book that pushes the boundaries of what I know. It could mean putting the final touches on a song I’m mastering. Or it might mean practicing my follow through when throwing disc golf. All of these are examples of “productive” use of time — to me.

The battle, obviously, is seeking that productivity even when there’s no tangible reason to. When there’s no pressure outside yourself to do the things you know you should.

I wrote about this the other night, but I have a month off work. I want to do good with it, but also just want to enjoy it. And feel it. I need routine and structure and something to aim at, yes, but it’s absolutely unnecessary to stress over it. So yeah. I guess I’m just reiterating that to myself.

Bored, uneducated, homeless — em dashes are my specialty. I write what I see, think, and feel. That’s it.