That Better Homes and Gardens is the 3rd most distributed magazine in the United States?(congrats Cole!
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Did you know that I'm extremely bored at work today?
What in us helps us procrastinate? Laziness and fear come to mind.
I'll discuss two examples from today.
8am meeting. Why? Why do you exist? Who likes you? The organizer likely dislikes you the least, therefore is okay with setting such an obscene time. Because 8am doesn't mean get up at 8. And it doesn't mean go to sleep at the normal time, as I set my redundant upon redundant alarms. And it doesn't mean restful sleep until 7am, it's panicked waking and grabbing my phone to check the time.
So 6:55am - alarm one (okay, I set you as a primer to the 7am wake up. Let me enjoy the last 5 minutes of warmth)
stare at my phone with dead eyes until 6:58. (i'm sure i can milk this lying in bed thing to at least 7:05)
7:00am - alarm two and three (yep, I can DEFINITELY milk this to 7:05. Nod off and start dreaming about pouring milk on people's heads at the bus stop. I laugh. I start to feel cold and envision myself warming milk in the microwave and pouring some on people while keeping some in my cup to warm my hands)
7:14am - No alarm. (CRAP. I need a new alarm. I don't need an alarm that actually trusts me when I say "I'm up." I need the Lifetime-movie-of-the-week-husband alarm clock that swears I'm unfaithful. I would love an alarm that would give me the traffic and weather. That'd be nice. And if it played mp3s. I bet I know what I'd put on there... I'd start with some Bon Iv...
7:22am - .... (WTF!! I fell asleep again?!?!?!?!)
Get up and shower. Drew a hot shower today. Felt real good. I just stood there and visualized my path into work. What roads to avoid. Mentally shaving off key seconds on the commute. I thanked the Gods that I had put fuel into the car yesterday. But I do need to schedule an oil change. It'd be really nice if...
7:35am - (DAYDREAMING?!?! About tasks???) Running out the door and driving like a mad banshee down Glendale Ave (and we've hit cram time. the panic gets my blood going and I'm focused and alert. I know that any slacking or dragging on the drive will make me late. In the back of my mind an idea crystallizes... why do I do this to myself?)
And here I am. Example two. Busy at work. Chatting away in the blog. Delaying my work flurry until the end of the day. Why? I think it's because I need that fear and excitement to really apply myself. It'd be too exhausting to sprint all the time, so a little jaunt until the last 100 meters and then a mad/freakish dash to the finish.
I used to turn my clocks forward blindly so I wouldn't know how off they were. But of course the mind is a lazy jerk and it was only a matter of time before it deciphered that the alarm clock was ahead by X, the microwave clock was ahead by Y, and the car clock was off by Z.
So my never-ending path to maturity has revealed the next step, a mastery of the timing of my own effort. I'll let you know how it goes... ... sometime.
4 comments:
classic!
lol though i have to say i hate nothing more then having to fly out of bed... wait i take that back i think i hate more the early alarm in order to snuggle in the warmth for another 10 in. because those 10 min are sent looking at the clock to check the time every 1.5 min... lol
morning sunshines right :)
Stephen did this Wednesday and ended up staying home. :) And I noticed the differences in my clocks too. Can't seem to stay focused on anything this week. It must be something in the water. Really loving the song choices this week.
oh and P.S.- I later found out my wreath is going in the sister craft magazine not Better Homes in Garden. :( Kinda sad but I'm still getting paid for free shop exposure in a magazine so can't be too sad.
Love it! "Panic gets my blood going and I'm focused and alert"...that's how I always feel when I procrastinate or drink too much wine the night before! I too wonder why I do this to myself, but then with a blink of an eye my day passes me by and I forget the initial stress...so I will definitely hit the snooze button once again and continue to relive these moments of torture. I guess we never learn:)
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