All the things I could be doing
There
are a whole lot of things that I’m itchin’ to be doing.
I could be finishing
the lovely book I’ve been reading FOREVER!
I could be catching
up on the backlog of Gourmet Traveller magazines that look like the Leaning
Tower of Pisa on my coffee table.
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| Imagine all those recipes to be tested. |
I could be getting
some exercise, I haven’t been for a swim in weeks.
I could be taking
a nice relaxing bath.
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| This should be full and I should be in it. |
I could be raking
up the leaves in the backyard and stuffing the last 30 kilos of walnuts into
bags so it’s finished for the season!
I could be going
to the movies before the $11 tickets I bought from my Union expire.
I could be shooting
the breeze with the Other Girl.
Even
cleaning the bathroom rates today (it really needs a clean).
The three things I hate about
cleaning the bathroom:
1. digging hair and soap scum
out of the drain
2. banging into the shower tap
and getting drenched
3. cleaning the bathroom
There
are the things that I’m doing that I shouldn’t be doing.
I shouldn't really be blogging.
I shouldn't be playing
Words With Friends.
Then
there’s the thing I should be doing:
FINISHING
MY FINAL 3000 WORD ASSIGNMENT FOR THE SEMESTER!!!!
Definition of desperate:
Doing a word count on the first
sentence of your 3000 word assignment.
When
I set my mind to something I’m pretty determined. I wanted to study again. It’s
been 10 years since my last enrolment. I like the discipline that comes with
the routine. I like learning and the structure of study works for me. I wanted
to get some more credentials and broaden my career options.
But
this semester has been killing me and one of the lessons I’ve learnt during
this subject is how to procrastinate when writing an assignment.
I
know the signs though. I have to read everything. Then I have to go find more
stuff to read. Then I have to make notes. Then I have to freak out that I
haven’t understood the question. Then I have to read my notes again. Usually
then I have to drink something: sometimes, a lot of something. When I finally
get to writing, I like to let my structured argument turn to dribble within a
page or two. Then I like to spend even more time rearranging my words and
restructuring my argument until the malaise sets in and I let it go (read –
complete assignment coversheet and press send).
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| Wuff wuff xx |
So
instead of working on that final assignment, I’ve put my mind to the things I
prefer to be doing: planning all the things I will be doing next weekend after
the due date.
So
I’m living in an imagined future and resenting the present I chose.
Because
of this, I’m missing out on a few things I could be appreciating right now: the
writing that I really enjoy, and the thinking and analysis which helps me
learn.
Oh,
yeah, and I’m missing out on finishing this sucker sooner rather than later.
So
I guess I’ll go face my now and get this thing sorted.
How often do you live in your
future rather than face your now?
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