Mud-like

I woke up early today, turned on the super-bright artificial sun in my room. I woke up.

Yet today I felt very unproductive. Sluggish. Mud-like. Being aware of my own sluggishness I decided to use the Pomodoro. I didn’t want to force myself to do anything I didn’t want to do (Leo Babuata only does what he wants) so I gave myself a Pomodoro of raylai.com time.

Maybe like the Paradox of Choice, I need to put myself into a fishbowl to really be happy.

Like a monk’s cave?