There’s always the possibility of delay. Someone forgot to do something, and now everyone has to wait. Something happened somewhere which caused the whole system to slow down or stop, and now everyone’s plan for the day has been disrupted. Stuck in traffic, on the subway, or in a plane on the tarmac, I turn to a book, my journal, or, like right now, my daily writing. But if I can’t do any of those things, I am forced to pause. Productivity is beautiful, but so is rest.
Waiting on the Tarmac
Waiting on the Tarmac
Waiting on the Tarmac
There’s always the possibility of delay. Someone forgot to do something, and now everyone has to wait. Something happened somewhere which caused the whole system to slow down or stop, and now everyone’s plan for the day has been disrupted. Stuck in traffic, on the subway, or in a plane on the tarmac, I turn to a book, my journal, or, like right now, my daily writing. But if I can’t do any of those things, I am forced to pause. Productivity is beautiful, but so is rest.