Every night before I go to bed, I grab my journal and spend a few minutes writing about the day. Some days there’s a lot to say, while others recount what I wasn’t able to get done. Lately, I’ve noticed a trend. I list four or more things I got done and then follow up with a dismissive statement, “I just wasn’t productive.” If you compare the ambition of my task list with what was actually accomplished, then yes, something is off. But it’s not a lack of productivity, it’s over-scheduling my day. Sure, I could dive into why I do this, but a more interesting question is this: How much of my day is filled with trash?