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Quality of Life
Oct. 7th, 2009 05:46 pmUgh, it's always fascinating to watch how procrastinating on one thing can just drag down my entire quality of life. Everything enjoyable I do when I have something eating away at me is poisoned by the fact that I haven't done Thing I Should Have Done yet. And it ripples outward, as I start procrastinating on other, easily-accomplishable tasks just because of that one poisonous bit of procrastination lurking in my soul. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarsmicama, that email I haven't responded to? Yeah, sorry about that, my entire personal inbox is anathema to me right now because of something I haven't gotten done at work.)
And then I don't sleep well, staying up late worrying and procrastinating on getting sleep, too. And I sleep restlessly, dreaming of The Thing I Haven't Done in elaborate metaphorical contexts. And the lack of sleep makes me even less capable of facing the things I need to do.
And then when I turn it around, the entire world lifts up into a glorious halo of accomplishment and satisfaction, the freedom from guilt as much of a relief as the end of a headache. Tasks get completed, one after the other, falling like dominoes.
I'm so much better at identifying and breaking this pattern when I get into it than I used to be, but sometimes it still sweeps up and grabs me, helpless in its grasps. I'm digging my way out right now, and oh does it feel good.
sarsmicama, that email I haven't responded to? Yeah, sorry about that, my entire personal inbox is anathema to me right now because of something I haven't gotten done at work.)And then I don't sleep well, staying up late worrying and procrastinating on getting sleep, too. And I sleep restlessly, dreaming of The Thing I Haven't Done in elaborate metaphorical contexts. And the lack of sleep makes me even less capable of facing the things I need to do.
And then when I turn it around, the entire world lifts up into a glorious halo of accomplishment and satisfaction, the freedom from guilt as much of a relief as the end of a headache. Tasks get completed, one after the other, falling like dominoes.
I'm so much better at identifying and breaking this pattern when I get into it than I used to be, but sometimes it still sweeps up and grabs me, helpless in its grasps. I'm digging my way out right now, and oh does it feel good.
