Two weeks waiting for a part taught me to stop filling every minute

Last month, a client's full house rewire got stuck because a specific fuse box was on backorder. I had nothing to do on that job for fourteen days, and it drove me nuts at first. Instead of scrambling for small tasks, I forced myself to just sit and think through my next five projects. I sketched out wiring diagrams, called suppliers to check stock, and organized my van from top to bottom. When the part came, I blasted through the main job and hit the ground running on the others because everything was ready. Now I block off an afternoon each week just to sit and plan, no tools in hand. It feels wrong to not be 'busy', but that empty time saves me hours later. Seriously, when did we decide that moving fast all the time is the only way to get things done?