Productivity

Again...or is it still...
my knitting needles have been calling me.

I even produced a few items this winter.

But it feels like an indulgence.

To sit and make knots in yarn.

I mean, it doesn't really need to be done.

Producing knitting is not being productive.

I have a love/hate relationship with productivity. 

I want to be able to just "be" (or at least knit and be),

but then my mind starts working,

and I keep thinking of things I could be doing,

or could have done,

and then I can't "be" at all.

It's not like I'm ever really all that productive.

But I do have an appropriate amount of guilt over it.

Or is it inappropriate?

Recently I told someone that I my day had been particularly productive

and that productivity made me feel good.

And in reply I heard, "as if productivity were the meaning of life."

Yeah.  Snicker.  I know.  Snicker.

Wait...

It's not?

I need some help with this one.

How do I resolve it?