A pair of meetings were the only things that compelled me to be at work today, otherwise I would have taken the whole week off. They were productive (or at least useful) enough meetings, and I sandwiched some productive fun stuff in between them. Still, it wasn’t my choice to be there at all, and whether hanging with my parents would have been a full rest and recharge, it would have been more fulfilling than meetings and productivity. Or something.
Productivity is driven by Squirrel Brain. The need to achieve for the sake of the future keeps you plugging away. So today, I plugged.