Not Laziness, Busyness
This is a story about time, procrastination and busyness. As I write this, I’m feeling a need to reflect. A yearning for it, if you will. Not laziness, busyness.
‘I have a problem, among others, that leaves me in sticky situations. Sometimes (most times) I keep myself busy and tasks creep up on me.’
Usually my life is as shaky as my hands in this picture.
Olly couldn’t quite capture my fast hand gestures.
I say usually because in this moment, I’m slowing my heart rate.
Taking it slow.
Resting.
I’m writing.
Doing what I love to do.
Getting distracted along the way.
Because while this is usually a place to focus on something with no distractions, it works as a way to calm myself.
I’ve been here, there and everywhere today.
I’m incredibly exhausted.
I’ve got the twitchy eye which is stress-induced and my tired eyes doesn’t help the problem.
But times like this I wish I took better time to plan.
Instead of flinging everything into Google Calendar, taking some time to think.
Logistically.
And knowing myself and my capabilities.
Capabilities are made to be broken but not when it comes to relying on forces you can’t control like transportation.
While that’s not my actual point for this blog, I just thought of it and wanted to include it.
The point of this blog is to do with time management.
Knowing myself.
How much work I can do and how long it takes me to do other things.
In first year, I was uber prepared and finished assignments well before the deadline, but I had no other responsibilities.
Second year, study abroad was a different can of worms but when I came home it was fine.
Third year, everything has hit the fan.
Doing assignments later than usual.
Rushing things.
But I do have the world on my shoulders.
A lot has happened this first semester, more than I could’ve ever anticipated.
But I’ve managed.
I haven’t had any breakdowns and approached every challenge logically.
Some points have been harder than others.
This time is particularly difficult.
I’m quite enjoying the work, but it’s taking longer than I anticipated.
I didn’t start it for the longest time.
Here’s why.
There’s a 1001 things I have to do in a week.
Granted all that additional work is my own doing, but I enjoy that a lot more than writing essays.
Especially if I don’t know how to start writing them.
‘Just start’
That’s the phrase used to motivate someone to stop making excuses.
I set out a skull and bones.
Then I beefed it out.
Then I started.
My perfectionist self lost me a few days.
I realise once again why procrastination is so detrimental.
All the time wasted could’ve been spent perfecting so I could’ve started earlier.
But having said that, I probably wouldn’t started earlier anyway.
I should’ve started it weeks ago.
But I didn’t think.
Sometimes I don’t stop to think.
Plan.
I just do.
But I’ve started now and am very much enjoying myself.
Let’s hope I do it in time for the deadline.
Not laziness, busyness
I’m gathering some feedback on this engagement project.
The last blog is fast approaching and I know it’ll be a reflective one.
I know people read this blog, so if you want to participate in some anonymous (if you like) feedback and thoughts follow this link below.