I’m obsessed with productivity. There isn’t a minute of my day that isn’t dedicated to the setting and accomplishing of goals. From the moment I wake up to make my wife breakfast to the last 10-minutes of the evening in which I’m cleaning the downstairs to “reset” our space for the next day, I’m always directing my efforts toward specific, clearly-defined objectives. And once in a while, in my more lucid moments, the thought occurs to me that this is all bullshit.