So, in the past few weeks I've been trying to live a little more quietly--less Internet, less TV, even less reading (not to mention hourlong runs, alone with my thoughts). After a while, I began to hear the things I say to myself. And what I heard myself saying, over and over, quite discourteously and dismissively, was, "That doesn't count!"
I accomplished nothing today, I would think. If only I didn't have to spend all that time clearing off my desk...putting things away...raking leaves...driving the kids. I could have gotten something done.
So my resolution for the remaining three quarters of this year? Everything counts.