Moving desks can be a very good way of motivating one’s self. Yesterday I moved a few books and readers to the office. There’s now a big map of Europe in front of me and the fashion-savy cork board made by a student from last sem. I’ve been here since ten and I really hope I manage to get some things done.
On a less reportorial note, I’ve been thinking loads about tasks lately. I’m a bit squeamish about getting things off my to-do list. But you already knew that. Somehow it just feels like the only happiness in the workplace lies in productivity and while I see the value in that, I wonder if it’s correct to inject this same mentality into the personal life? So much already depends on getting things done. Oh bother.
Thank goodness for the comfort of Merton’s words. Tipping my hat off to Luke again for this one but also to Beauty we love.
The rush and pressure of modern life are a form,
perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence.
To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns,
to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects,
to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence.
More than that, it is cooperation in violence.
The frenzy of the activist…destroys his own inner capacity for peace.
It destroys the fruitfulness of his own work,
because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.