Ah, the amusing paradoxes of life. It is indeed quite funny how certain types of labor can involve no physical action yet still extract a cost from us. Take worry, for instance. It's an occupation that requires no official training or certification, yet it can consume our thoughts and drain our energy like a relentless boss.

We devote countless hours to worrying about things that might never happen, playing out worst-case scenarios in our minds as if we were directors of disaster movies. And what do we get in return? No salary or tangible benefits—just increased stress levels and a VIP ticket to the land of anxiety.

Then there's waiting—a peculiar form of labor that demands nothing but tests our patience to its limits. We find ourselves stuck in queues that seem longer than the human lifespan, waiting for important phone calls or emails as seconds turn into centuries.

Time slows down to a crawl while we sit there, twiddling our thumbs and contemplating existence itself. It's like being enrolled in an Olympic event called "Delayed Gratification," except there are no medals at the end—just a sigh of relief when something finally happens.

But fear not! In this dance of irony and absurdity called life, recognizing these odd costs is half the battle. Maybe it's time we give ourselves credit for enduring these non-actionful labors with grace (or occasional fits of impatience).

So my advice: Embrace the artistry of worry by imagining positive outcomes instead; turn waiting into an opportunity for mindful

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We might want to disincentivize some forms of unproductive labor like worry, but waiting is work.