I tried to make this post funny but I simply don’t have enough energy (or coffee) in me to do this. I’m tired. And I’m trying to hustle and crush my goals of writing a book and getting shit done. I feel the pressure. The burn. I don’t want to sit around and watch Netflix all day. There’s too many shows and my couch is too comfortable. Not to mention I’ve been eating these little lemon cookies from Trader Joes that are simply outstanding. That’s the problem with TV, couches and cookies. They all go together very well.

Why do we beat ourselves up for lollygagging and lounging and eating cookies and generally just burning up our precious time here on Earth? Why is this bad? Is it just me? I feel as if I always have to be doing something productive. I always have to be “on track” to “crushing” my goals as I “hustle” to be a “success.”

What is the end game? Aren’t we here for just a short while and then we’re gone? If you had a moment before it was all over (god forbid) would you be celebrating your successes or just pissed off you didn’t enjoy sitting around on a couch more and watching TV and eating lemon cookies?

I pose this existential question because I am quite good at being my own taskmaster. An internal voice keeps telling me I don’t do enough, I’m not “there” yet; I have to work harder to be a success and make more money and be more famous and accomplish more.

Is there some sort of life resume we have to hand in to the grand interviewer behind a gold curtain to be hired for our next phase of existence?

I would like to spend more time channel surfing and lounging and getting cookie crumbs all over the couch I hustled to make money for to buy.

I would like to sit around in the grass in some park somewhere for 17 hours and if someone came up and asked what I was doing I would say, “Hell if I know...”

I would like to just breathe and be free of worry, stress, career, money, goals and whether or not I have a retirement fund.

Ah yes, the future…some of this anxiety and hustle is directly related to fear of the future, future plans, future goals being accomplished.

Right now I have a goal of writing one blog post a day. Oh sure, I’ll do it.

I’ll spout off about sitting around on the couch watching some dumb documentary on tigers or the history of soda cans; but I’ll still force myself up at 3:51 am to write this damn blog.

(Why in the hell is he getting up so early? You might ask yourself) Well, I have other things to do today and want to get in my creative time before the demands of the day take hold of my minutes and crush them into tasks, chores, bills, flossing teeth, and the million other things that distract us from doing what we love.)

So in conclusion folks, I’ve now completed one of my daily commitments, one of my “tasks” and I’m on the way to crushing this day.

Sometime later though, I will succumb to sitting on the couch, dead tired from waking up so early, and put myself in a sugar coma eating lemon cookies and watching something on Netflix.

(Or I’ll just pass out trying to figure out what to watch…)