January 31, 2014:
You’ve tuned into the slow evolution of someone who’s always been told what to do, and then did it. This bi-monthly, Thursday correspondence comes two weeks and one fine day after the last (that is to say, late). And it’s got me thinking some about how I attach most of my ideas about goodness to the concept of achievement. Work all day, suddenly I’m a good person. Hit a mental block, spiral down, and watch decade-old HBO shows all night? I’m feeling like the worst.
This short hiatus from school and a 9-to-5 job has me questioning routine; it has me hell-bent on figuring out when I’m most productive, and whether or not that actually means I’m doing any good. There’s not much literature out there about this tie between integrity and productivity—except for maybe this page from Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography: