Showing posts with label purpose of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label purpose of life. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The fulfilling nature of procrastination

Contrary to popular belief, procrastination is productive. With the immense pressure building up from the THING you’re avoiding doing, you suddenly get done so many things you really wanted to do. The things that actually matter to you, that you’d been putting off to do the things that you had to do. The shelf you meant to clear and organize for two years. The quality time you spent making a super mess with your kid on an art project. The phone call to a really old friend you always meant to catch up with. The dinner you wanted to plan with friends. Suddenly you’re convinced that these are more important, and you have time to do the THING later. Then at the last minute, you get the THING you HAD to do done and screech in with a hat under the falling door, Indiana Jones style. Funny thing is, much of the time, the lack of effort on the THING goes unnoticed.

It’s ironical that in the day to day prioritization of activities, we bump up the to-do list the things which really aren’t important, which we’d rather not do at all. And that there actually is time for it all, but you spend unnecessary time stressing about how to do the THING that you got done at last minute. Procrastination is so fulfilling and so spiritual!    

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

100 Days, 200 Words

All successful writers attribute their success to one thing – that they write. Not what, when, or how they write, but simply that they write. For a few years now I’ve had an existential crises, and it seems like a vague voice tells me that my purpose is to write. Okay, I may be reaching here. Perhaps my work isn’t quite validating my life, and I’m stuck in an everyday routine that looks like it won’t change for the next 15 years, so I’m looking to escape. Discussing my bleak outlook one day, at midnight, battling sleep for quality time, when my mind has relaxed over a mojito (or maybe two), the epiphany came from an unlikely source – my husband. Unlikely because he is the motorbike-fixing, Handy Manny sort, and runs the other way from anything ‘arty’. Whereas I’ve written for companies for ten years, and have the process of crafting content perfected to a science. From what he’s heard, he pointed out, it’s only about sitting down and writing 200 words a day. Perhaps it was the mojito, but I couldn’t argue. (and I can always argue).

So I pose myself a 100-day, 200-word challenge. Where will this delicious adventure lead, and what will I discover?