Pampering equals not productive

It was a lovely morning this morning because I had a gift card for a long spa treatment. I got a massage, facial and manicure, none of which I have indulged in, in ages. The only problem is that I was silly enough to expect to get things done in the afternoon. I managed about forty-five minutes of editing yesterday's writing and some baking. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening feeling unproductive, alternating between guilt at not meeting my day's writing/job hunting goals and foolish for even thinking I would get things done after such a blissful, relaxing morning. I was warned about a month ago, by someone very wise, that this year didn't need to be all about being productive every minute and that I would need to come to terms with that unhelpful thought pattern. This might have been the first skirmish between being and doing.