I can be motivated to do things. But more often, I find that if I force myself to start something I wasn't motivated to do, I can keep going on momentum for a very long time. And I enjoy the *whatever*
Since I had three days this weekend, I *finally* felt like I'd relaxed enough and didn't resent having things cut into my limited "me" time, so I got moving on some tasks. Just basic housework, laundry, etc. But it was amazing how easy it was to keep going once I started. That is, until I sat down for lunch... and since I finished eating before the show was over, I stayed to watch the rest of the show. And then, well, as long as I'm taking a break I can call Paul. And next thing I know I've been sitting for more than an hour, and I have *no* interest in getting back to the tasks that I was happily blasting through just a little while earlier.
I knew that if I got moving again I'd be fine. It's not like I didn't know that. I just couldn't make myself *do* it.
I think I'm going to have to go back to using a timer. Not merely for doing the tasks (a trick I don't have to resort to as often anymore, but still very effective) but rather for *not* doing tasks. Thanks to a friend on the message boards, I've started using a timer to limit my computer time at home. But that particular timer is on my desktop, and doesn't do much for me when I'm goofing off elsewhere.
But I always have my phone. And my phone has a built in timer. So I think... I'm going to have to treat myself like the lazy, spoiled kid I can sometimes be, and set strict limitations on my goofing off time.
Sigh... This being a grownup stuff isn't nearly as much fun as I thought it was going to be. ;-)
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