You would think that loitering around my computer until gone twelve night after night would be a good indicator that work is getting done. The fact that I’ve acheived little of any real consequence over the past week, therefore, is somewhat alarming.
I am a prolific procrastinator, you see.
Whatever I plan, something more pressing always seems to crop up. Or, rather, something presents itself as a more worthwhile pursuit. Sure, I have notes due, coursework deadlines, notes to be handed in for checking prior to the January exams… but there are much more interesting people on MSN, important phonecalls to make and text-messages to send, and people to invite round and to entertain.
I think one of the problems is that I am still, despite my efforts, surrounded by distraction. Ironically, removing distractions is self-destructive. The organisational system that I made part of my life can consume me. Minimalising and simplifying has become an obsession. I have allowed myself to become so tied up with the processes and systems that I’ve lost sight of the purposes and outcomes.
And here I am blogging, when I have pages of work due for tomorrow.