Again and again, I procrastinate.
As I write this I am procrastinating about procrastinating.
A Saturday off can be overwhelming when you don’t have anything planned in a day when all you do is live life through a routine throughout the week.
Why is it that whenever a gap time is suddenly “available” I can find all the things in the world other than the ones I “need” to do?
I hold myself accountable every day to write and keep a consistent habit but I rationalise frequently and allow myself a get-out-of-jail-free card.
It seems that long vigorous exercise is easier than sitting down and putting some sentences together on a page.
I just continually struggle with this so much.
I’ve had my computer open and ready to type now for 2 hours but I found multiple tasks to do instead.
I have:
- Had a nap
- Put the washing away
- Made some lunch
- Listened to a podcast
Then while literally having my laptop open and ready to type, I have
- Downloaded computer updates
- Deleted random files off my computer to increase hard drive free space
- Sent messages to chats that didn’t need an urgent response, and
- Googled random, unnecessary searches
We’re only human right?
I can just move on and know that I have for today, put some words down on the page.