The Curse of Productivity

I’ve accidentally woken up at 6AM, and now I have no idea what to do. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think there is anything wrong with waking up early. I also have no problem with people who like to wake up early just so that they can start their day productively. My problem is, I have no idea what being productive actually means and how it should look. 

I’m staring at an empty screen and wondering exactly what I should do. I’ve brushed and shaved and had my morning coffee. Oddly enough, that doesn’t take up as much time as you would expect. So now what?

Why do people like being productive anyway? Is there anything special about finishing a lot of pending tasks on your todo lists that makes this time of the day better than any other? And what about the people who were productive the previous night and have nothing left to do in the morning? Are they doomed to suffer their mornings in unproductivity purely because they dared to be productive at a time when no one else would?

Does productivity include the quest for things to do when feeling unproductive? The search for a higher meaning and purpose that only comes to people who are bored out of their minds? I am not quite sure, and can never quite tell. 

As a child I learned that looking busy was sufficient to earn praise from adults. In fact the word busy and productive both seem interconnected somehow. And somehow both words were more about how one looked than what one actually did at the time. 

So what if I decide that I no longer want to be productive and don’t want to fall into the trap of trying to comply with arbitrary rules that I find absurd? Well, then I have nothing to do. There is only so many times I can check my mail before I wish I had never woken up. 

After that I can decide to write a meaningless article about not being productive, which is where we now find ourselves. Ah well. Seems like a productive way to spend my morning.