Productivity

It should not be much surprise to hear that after 20-odd consecutive years of schooling, I'm a little tired of it. It's not that my classes are not interesting. They are certainly not rigorously intellectual, but that is a bit refreshing after taking five semesters of relatively serious courses. Rather, there just comes a point at which even a person who treasures their quiet time, as I do, needs to feel the pressures and pleasures of activity and responsibility.

I felt it this past summer, despite my abundant skepticism about work in a law firm. I even felt it briefly the summer before, when my research work for a professor turned to concrete issues in a pro bono case. It may well be that after months or years of fulltime work, I will look back at a post like this and laugh at how eager I was to escape from a life that gave me so much leisure. And I certainly try to make the most of my leisure time, with my continuing obsessions with books and movies. But no matter how many good books I read, or good films I watch, the lack of production nags in the back of my mind.