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Not Falling For the Cult of Productivity Is Saving Me As A Writer
If I can’t work at my own pace, then there’s no point to it
The way it happens is subtle. You think you are doing yourself a favour. All those articles that tell you that you need to be producing volumes and volumes of work in order to succeed.
The impact is to courage you to feel perpetually left behind. No matter how hard you work, the sensation is one of constantly trying to catch up. You cannot relax as you used to do because relaxing has turned into a waste of time. Minutes must be used; hours can’t be left just to slip by.
And in this way, the distant plans you have for the future, to become a liberated human being, are slowly falling into shadow because you are beginning to suspect that stopping it’s not an option.
When spell broke for me
It happened slowly and yet also suddenly.
I saw an advert on Facebook that claimed that the CEOs of the most successful companies in the world all read at least 60 books a year. That’s more than a book a week. I’ve no idea if this statement is true or complete nonsense, but I knew what it was trying to do to me. It was trying to get me to feel inadequate.
