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The coming week.

So, what shall I deem to be important for the next few days?

Beyond nursing the cat, I'm not sure. Most of the things that I think would really make a difference to me are still way beyond my capacity and the things that are not feel somewhat petty.

Yeah, a bit uninspired and couped up.

(Incidentally, the cat has had a quiet and relaxing day. The opiate will have worn off, but she's still pretty calm. A good thing, I figure; she had a hell of an energetic and stressful time last night. She's decided the best place to be is in the hallway and she's curled up right in the middle there. You have to step over her to go anywhere and she gives you a little peep when you do.)


I was reading something on procrastination the other day in which the writer pointed out that people don't procrastinate because they have too much to do, or would rather be doing something else. Truth is, if all a procrastinator had to do was some dead simple task, like take something from A to B, they'd put it off.

And right now, that's me. To complicate matters (and possibly completely contradict myself), I am having a lot of trouble simply remembering what my priorities are...and not changing my mind or ceasing to care every 10 minutes.

One of them crises of meaning you hear so much about. I think that's it. I hit on some wonderfully sensible or fabulous thing to do but then wonder what the fricking point is in the larger scheme of things. So what if I read for half an hour every day, or stop indulging in excoriation, or knit more (or less)? So what if I actually pull myself together enough to sell that tablecloth on eBay, or sort out the seed bed...? I'm just not sure what matters and what I'm doing things for.


Being sensible: I'll probably just try and get this house in a bit more order tomorrow. Attack my usual list of 'to-do' activities.

When in doubt: carry water, chop wood.


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Jan. 31st, 2010 03:05 pm (UTC)
For me (procrastinator bar none) procrastination is not doing things, even pleasant things, because just because you don't want to do anything at all way too often.

I'm glad P-cat had a decent day yesterday.
Jan. 31st, 2010 09:36 pm (UTC)
"So what if I actually pull myself together enough to sell that tablecloth on eBay, or sort out the seed bed...? I'm just not sure what matters and what I'm doing things for."

I hear you.
Feb. 1st, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Glad P is comfortable.
Feb. 1st, 2010 06:57 am (UTC)
I once saw a book on a library shelf titled "Procrastinate Later". It was at UoW, which means it was sometime bewteen 1996 - 2002. I never did go back and borrow it.
Feb. 1st, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Non-procrastination is overrated.
Feb. 1st, 2010 09:27 am (UTC)
When I'm in that "dunno what to do with myself" place, I do something that I feel like doing and to hell with the point of it.

Even if what I feel like doing seems pointless to me or to any spy satellite which is watching.

Yes, I have been known to sort the mixed nuts into separate types because I don't want to eat a particular type. Or just because its there.

And, you know, it does make me feel better. But even if it doesn't, at least I was whimsical.

Hope the existential angst reduces to its normal rolling simmer, rather than bubbling over the pan as it is just now.
Feb. 2nd, 2010 07:00 am (UTC)
Buttons! I like to sort and re-sort my buttons: by size, by colour, by colour and size.
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