I didn't conquor the world, I didn't even conquor any of my fears. What I did do was research the car I'm thinking of buying, get up to date on all my work, organise my workload for the week, and then when I got home I did a load of laundry, cooked something delicious for dinner, organised a few mail outs, tidied a little, washed dishes and sat down to enjoy Masterchef with my boyfriend.
It felt really good. It made sense. Is this what life is about? It is as simple as productivity?