I get all bogged down by my excuses more often than I would like to admit. There are so many things I want to do in a day, and my most common complaint and excuse is that I don’t have enough time.
Not enough time to cook a low carb meal, not enough time to work on my blog, not enough time to go for a walk. I suppose the counter argument could be that I am trying to do too many things in a day, but what if I’m not? What if it is the perfect amount of activities and just letting go of my excuses and complaining would bring in that extra touch of time I needed all along to get things done?
Things either get done or they don’t. Perhaps an over-simplification, but I am so tired of procrastinating. The worst thing in recent times is that I have somehow repackaged my procrastination as a lack of time. I tell myself I am constantly busy and just couldn’t get to it, which leaves me feeling confused and betrayed.
I said I would do it, didn’t I? Did I not agree to putting in the time to make a spaghetti squash lasagna, post to my blog, and write a young adult novel? I at least have told myself that I would do these things, but then somehow…I don’t. And I feel terrible about it.
As I sit in a peaceful place, I think about the concept that we have a choice: we can either agree to take on a new task, or not. We can either continue to agree to tend to the tasks on our lists, or we can cut them loose. There is always a choice, even when it doesn’t really feel like a choice.
Many of the tasks I have agreed to I just want to get over with already. I want them to be done so I can go do something else like read, crochet, or take a nap. But there they are, still calling my name to do something with them.
I am so fascinated by the concept of getting things done. Why is it that some tasks go unfinished, for weeks, months, and sometimes years? Why is there even such a thing as procrastination? Why is it even an option?
Enough Time Has Got to Be an Actual Thing
This topic came up as I was working on my goals for fall. I don’t feel that I particularly accomplished any goals during summer, and I want to take more specific actions towards specific goals in the fall. I want to shake this sense that there isn’t enough time, and that I can work constantly from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. without feeling very accomplished.
I want to get to the end of the day and feel like I accomplished something, and that I am at least on a path towards my vision for my life. I want to know that today I am one step closer than I was yesterday. I do not want another six months to go by as if they hadn’t.
Having goals is great, but even more important is having the will to put in the necessary work to one day enjoy the results. This is where the magic happens: in the day-to-day sacrifices that are required to achieve something greater. There is probably a good chunk of untapped time that might be the answer to my procrastination woes if I were only willing to experience the momentary discomfort of choosing to do the unglamorous thing.
I can’t help but think that there has to be some near-perfect balance that can be achieved in life with enough persistence. This idea of not perfection, but balance, keeps me working towards it.
Being a person who has felt overwhelmed for years, I am also intrigued by how other people feel about it all. Do other people feel overwhelmed by overflowing email inboxes, bottomless to-do lists, limited vacation days, and the lack of quick, low carb snack and meal options?
How do they do it all, or are they in a fog and just pretending to see clearly? If you care to share your feelings, inquiring minds would love to know! In the meantime, I will be writing about my experiences doing battle with my procrastination demons (and the email ones, and task list ones). I hope you will come along for the ride!
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