Quality of Life
Ugh, 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. (
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.
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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.
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