It can be hard to tell the difference sometimes.
When I’m really tired, I have endless debates with myself about what I should do. Should I go for the walk that might make me feel alert again, or should I acknowledge that I’m worn out and lie on the couch with a book?
There are never “right” answers to these kinds of questions, there is only what we decide in the end to do. Sometimes I walk, sometimes I read.
I figure that as long as I’m not doing too much of one and not enough of the other, I’m probably balancing the ledger in the long run. At least, I console myself with this reasoning.
I’m conscious that, without someone else in the house to notice that I’ve become very self indulgent, I could slip into a life of indolence.