Einstein took shits.
I said this years ago to my sister when she was wondering what the hell she was doing with her life when she was getting paid $20/hour to sit and read a book while a kid was quietly and independently working on homework.
I told her- you’re reading a book, which is better than 85% of the other things there are to do in the world. Not every moment has to be productive, not every time, not every job must be the job of all jobs.
Even Einstein had to stop to take a shit.
Life is both long and short. You’re not a machine and every minute you exist is a minute of value. You get to decide and you get to fail. You get to play and wonder and wander. You get to be mad, sad, happy, confused, frustrated, elated, euphoric, apathetic, and back to the basics of mad, sad, and happy. It’s all in the book. All of it makes the reel. All of it is you being and becoming you.
It’s OK if today is your sit on the pot day.
Today my sister has a wonderful job in the coolest nonprofit in DC. But I’ve always thought she was cool. I have to remind myself when I feel like I’m just wasting my time or heading nowhere, that Einstein took shits. Naps too.
