Collecting Nostalgic Dust
Productivity: the passion killer.
I’ve been giving hobbies a lot of thought lately.
Not just the ones we start, but the ones we abandon. The projects that sit in some nebulous corner, collecting nostalgic dust.
Last week, I pulled out an old mental sketchbook – you know the type.
Half-filled, with grand intentions scribbled in the margins. Some pages meticulously detailed, others barely touched.
It's like a map of abandoned passions, each blank page a testament to something I thought I'd be great at, but never quite finished.
Isn't it funny how we do that? We get this burst of excitement, this electric moment where a new interest feels like the most important thing in the world. Then suddenly – poof.
It's just another thing collecting dust.
I'm not talking about failure, exactly. It's more complicated than that.
It's about that weird space between passion and obligation.
That moment when something you loved transforms from "I can't wait to do this" to "I guess I should do this."
Productivity has become this weird game we play with ourselves.
We're constantly trying to prove something – to whom, I'm not even sure anymore.
More tasks, more checkboxes, more proof that we're... what? Successful? Busy? Important?
I think we’re missing the point. Progress is personal.
Unique for everyone.
I stumbled across this incredible piece that put words to this.
It's about how slowing down isn't laziness – it's a deliberate choice.
Some of the best work happens in those quiet moments when you're not racing, when you're actually paying attention.
When you're digging deep instead of skimming the surface.
It's not about grinding every single day. It's about understanding your own rhythm.
Some weeks, that might mean creating something incredible.
Other weeks, that might mean staring out the window and letting your mind wander.
No guilt. No pressure. Just... being.
I'm learning that productivity isn't a competition.
It's a conversation with yourself.
About what matters.
About what feels genuine.
Maybe success is less about how much you do, and more about how present you are when you're doing it.
That feels real.
Enjoy your weekend you beautiful soul,
Brady
That feels real 🔥 🔥