inertia should not need sustenance

I really love driving and for the longest time I couldn't figure out why. It costs money and requires a particular level of focus that can, at times, be exhausting. And then it hit me, after almost three years of driving. I love the forward movement, the act of rapidly approaching a destination. It doesn't even matter if the whole process is an illusion (i.e. driving around for the sake of driving around). I just love doing something. I am not the type to willingly put off responsibility in favor of "relaxing." I do not spend vacations vacationing. I am, for better or for worse, thoroughly type A and red. Lately, though, it's been incredibly difficult to keep my productive inertia. My to-do list is even longer now than when I made it early last week; I've felt guilt both upon going to bed without everything done and upon waking up too late in the day. It's just bad.

On the up side, I think I have a solution for my lazy version of the sneaky hate spiral .