Frenetic activity is addictive. And, in our culture, it can easily be construed as a status symbol.
It’s at least as easy to conflate doing more (or the most!) with making things better.
But it’s also easy to see, if you sit with it a minute, how brittle that is: you can’t do the best, more important work all the time. No one can.
If it wasn’t so frenetic, would it still matter?
If not, where’s the opportunity to do what really needs to be done? To fix something so it stays fixed? To do something that matters enough — and to work at it well enough — that you can take a weekend off?
Sprinting all the time gives you shin splints. Sprinting and resting, sprinting and resting: that’s what makes you stronger and faster.