The time has finally come to talk about quarantine.
Yes, I've had a blog for less than a week, and now I'm going to talk about quarantine. How cliché, I know.
(Sidenote: Yes, I had to type out 'cliche' in the search bar so I could get an 'e' with an accent mark. Yes, I do not know my keyboard shortcuts.)
But anyway, I feel like ever since Covid-19 became a national concern and quarantine was put into place, mental health and self-care have been viral concepts.
And I think that's really great- I've known (and still know) a lot of people who stress themselves out and put their body and mind into overdrive trying to get every little thing done perfectly. For better or worse, this quarantine is forcing some of them to reflect on that lifestyle, and its costs.
Some still remain oblivious, but that's not for Me to talk about.
The point I'm trying to make is, while it's great to take a break and breathe, when does that cross into laziness?
(Sidenote: I am talking strictly about myself from this point on. Everyone has their own limits and needs when it comes to rest and recovery.)
Like, I haven't really done ANYTHING productive since June 18th.
Sure, I got this website set up, and I'm managing to fill this infant blog with gibberish, but, really? I haven't done much else worthwhile.
Even my WIP (Work in Progress), which has been my beloved child for the last two months, has been sitting at Chapter 11 for way too long.
All in the name of taking a break.
So that's really my question. How far is too far when it comes to sitting back?
I know productivity is a unique concept that every individual has their own standard for, but is there a limit on doing nothing?
I feel like I'm going to regret this post. It will force me to be accountable for my work.
The Ranger, now going to not work on my WIP