Hunkering Down
I decided yesterday to take next week off to do some much needed “spring cleaning” on my life. A great deal of it is literally that, excavating my apartment. But there are a bunch of other things I intend to get done as well.
I’d thought about going away for a couple days. But I need to fix up the place such that it’s worth coming back to. I’ve gotten the official blessing to put a bunch of stuff out on the curb for rummagers to come claim, which is something I was worrying about. That old husk of a television, a 22″ CRT monitor, an old computer or two. The futon frame perhaps (the futon mattress certainly.) A filing cabinet and on and on.
My constant complaint is that I never have enough uninterrupted time to get anything done. Of course I recognize the absolutism in there and sniff it out for what it is. But without proving it to the part of myself that insists on phrasing things that way, it will always be there as my primary bottleneck.
In fact the error is the amount of mental chaos I have to fight through to get started, to say nothing of the notion that I need to “get started” in some strange ritualistic ramp-up in order to do anything.
Plus I’ve brokered a deal with myself: If I go without lunch I can order a garlic and pepperoni pizza. Now now, I know that makes no goddamn sense from a dietary perspective. But still :-)
Ugh, what time is it again?
April 18th, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Journey of a thousand miles
Begins with single step…
:o)
I find that if I get started, I never stop until I’ve almost killed m’self. So that subliminal fear of overdoing it is my bottleneck.
But y’know, i feel better after I’ve killed m’self cleaning than almost anything else. Except, well, you know…
April 18th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
*blink* *blink*
/has some vague recollection of what you MIGHT be talking about.