How i get to work when excuses to not abound…
Or: how an avid procrastinator finally gets to work.
Often severe spells of procrastination are spurred on by a feeling of being overwhelmed by a project, disorganized and generally making a mountain out of a molehill, even if it is a big project.
This isn't even addressing any tendencies to simply be lazy which ultimately must be overcome at ones own expense. My trick to this is to brainstorm on something that will motivate me to complete the job - typically the reward at the end but more often than not it isn't the reward that is more motivating but the 'hunger' in the meantime -- rent/bills are due, something important needs to be taken care of, etc. This is not even taking into account any actual deadlines.
As far as I know, the greatest motivators in the world are hunger and ego. Hunger is a metaphor for any immediate need but can be taken literally in certain circumstances and ego expresses the need to prove ones worth and place in the world. These are, however, only a motivating factors when working out of a rut or starting from the bottom. Motivation becomes increasingly difficult as NEEDS become WANTS and WANTS are more easily attained at which time incessant boredom sets in and once frivolous or extraneous ordeals become the primary focus.
if walls could talk…
Sitting here contemplating ... well, everything. No one is on aim, and no one is on myspace, as far as I can tell anyway.
I've been thinking about people I've met throughout the years, acquaintances and such. Maybe about getting in touch, but everyone is so consumed in their own lives, I always wonder whether I'm remembered or not. Probably not - I'd be very surprised to find otherwise. But I know I remember most people, usually later down the line (like now, for example). I guess the less you have to worry about, the more time one gets to be neurotic and overly pensive about nothing useful.
Not much has been going on lately, as usual, but today was sort of crappy.
This morning, after getting dressed for work, the most annoying thing happened as I proceeded to arm myself with my usual devices and pocket stuffers. Last item in my pocket, my [outdated] Sony Clie -- slipped out of my hand, somersaulted a few times, leaped off the corner of my desk and landed face down on the hard cold concrete floor of my room. Needless to say, it did not survive the crash.
ho humm
So, all is well, as it turns out I am definitely just too high-strung. And the reality is that people get busy, and have their own stuff to deal with. So at ease soldier.
This weekend, well I think is going to be spent working on cars. I plan on doing my battery relocation to the trunk, since we already did it to Daniel's car, the formula is pretty well defined and should only take a matter of hours - maybe two or three to get it right (mostly spent deciding on where exactly to mount it, and de-installing my stereo components temporarily). I also plan to finally replace my power steering rack, cause at this point I'm driving under some pretty unsafe conditions as far as steering goes and it's eating my tires in a weird and only noticeable at very low speeds way.
Also going to be installing an alarm and making fixes to Billy's (Daniel's eldest brother) work van, which is utterly needing attention since it was stolen and the interior was stripped a couple of weeks ago. This will be for pay. Will probably be working on all of these things simultaneously as Daniel works on his car to resolve his strange engine troubles.
i’m insane… or slightly neurotic
ok so a few hours after my post about daniel, I'm over helping him with his car - we didn't solve the problem this time.
Everything's cool for him, but apparently I'm the crazy one who starts to read into stuff way too much. His brothers were there, and of course he was spending his time with the one he doesn't see so often, I understand that, and it's cool. But for some reason, I feel like his feelings got hurt yesterday though he'll never admit it, and I was kind of spurring his brothers light criticism by chiming in while we were diagnosing his car - things daniel knows but for whatever reason doesn't say, that help in the diagnosis (one of his brothers is a mechanic). Every now and then I felt like a know-it-all, though I was keeping a good distance because I'm truly no professional, but I do know enough to talk to pros.
So, I left feeling neglected and frustrated, which is neurotic of course because it's all in my head, and looking back, there's no reason for it.