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It occurs to me that I might need to change the way I organise my life. Organising it, for example, might be a start.
Things I am currently achieving: Getting out of bed. Reading flist. Going to work and staying at my desk, awake, till 5pm, attempting to fit lunch in there at some point. Getting home again. Feeding myself. Occasionally getting to bed before midnight.
Other activities include signing up to things, starting things, buying things which I sometimes get around to taking out of the packaging. I constantly have 50 tabs open in Firefox, all of which are to be 'taken care of' at some mythical later date. I used to make endless lists, but now I can't even seem to find the time to do that. Then there's this BookMooch thing. I have requested eight books to be sent to me. Why, exactly? Why? From here, I can see at least four books I'm 'reading'. I've been 'reading' the same half a dozen books for months on end. Let's not even talk about the 'to read' pile! In return for the books I apparently felt need to be to added to this pile, I tonight wrapped up six of my own books to send to people I don't know in different parts of the world, and then realised I'd forgotten to write the return address on them and furthermore had written the recipient's address in such huge writing there was no room left for all the other things that you have to stick on parcels. So I just sat and stared at them for a while and then put them carefully in a pile and went on Ravelry, where I stared at other people's yarn I will never buy and other people's patterns I will never knit. Now it is 11.43, and I should be asleep, but I'm not, I'm typing this. What an evening I've had!
NaNo starts tomorrow. Since I started my new (and, yes, much better) job I haven't written more than about, ooh, a paragraph. Staring vacantly at half a television programme and eating half a large bar of Cadbury's Wholenut takes up all my energy. In fact, I seem to do lots of half things (or perhaps more accurately quarters and thirds) and it all adds up to a whole lot o' nothing.
Folks... I just can't help feeling I'm not existing at the highest possible level here.
Things I am currently achieving: Getting out of bed. Reading flist. Going to work and staying at my desk, awake, till 5pm, attempting to fit lunch in there at some point. Getting home again. Feeding myself. Occasionally getting to bed before midnight.
Other activities include signing up to things, starting things, buying things which I sometimes get around to taking out of the packaging. I constantly have 50 tabs open in Firefox, all of which are to be 'taken care of' at some mythical later date. I used to make endless lists, but now I can't even seem to find the time to do that. Then there's this BookMooch thing. I have requested eight books to be sent to me. Why, exactly? Why? From here, I can see at least four books I'm 'reading'. I've been 'reading' the same half a dozen books for months on end. Let's not even talk about the 'to read' pile! In return for the books I apparently felt need to be to added to this pile, I tonight wrapped up six of my own books to send to people I don't know in different parts of the world, and then realised I'd forgotten to write the return address on them and furthermore had written the recipient's address in such huge writing there was no room left for all the other things that you have to stick on parcels. So I just sat and stared at them for a while and then put them carefully in a pile and went on Ravelry, where I stared at other people's yarn I will never buy and other people's patterns I will never knit. Now it is 11.43, and I should be asleep, but I'm not, I'm typing this. What an evening I've had!
NaNo starts tomorrow. Since I started my new (and, yes, much better) job I haven't written more than about, ooh, a paragraph. Staring vacantly at half a television programme and eating half a large bar of Cadbury's Wholenut takes up all my energy. In fact, I seem to do lots of half things (or perhaps more accurately quarters and thirds) and it all adds up to a whole lot o' nothing.
Folks... I just can't help feeling I'm not existing at the highest possible level here.
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See, you are working and eating, that is a start. What else are you doing RIGHT? (Make a list if you like, unless you are trying to make less lists)
Also, nothing you have mentioned is actually bad unless you stop eating and working, that would be dangerous.
I read 4 books at a time, I start them and then forget them and have to pay big library fines!!
There is a danger of beating yourself up for not being super-efficient when you don't need to be.
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I just need to get a slightly better balance, I think.
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