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ksmithThis morning, I finished a day job task that I really, really dislike. I'd known for several days that it needed doing, but I kept putting it off and putting it off until I realized I was meeting with my manager this afternoon expressly to go over said task. So, I completed it with a few hours to spare. Felt so pleased.
I do this a lot with deadlines--I've bemoaned the fact before. It occurred to me after I finished the day job thing, though, that I may be doing it on purpose. I *like* the feeling of feeling pleased, the sensation of the lifted weight. And the closer to the deadline a project moves, the heavier the weight, and the better it feels when--
You see where this is going? Whether as a spur for creativity, or because it feels so good when it stops, I go out of my way to get myself into these pressing situations. Even if it's not that onerous a project. Even when I know that if I just got down and did it, it would be over in an hour and I could move on.
I got my tax stuff to the CPA early this year, and mailed off the completed returns to the revenooers a few days ago. That felt *really* good. Every time I see an ad for tax services, I can say to myself, Done.
I am hoping that the realization that Early can feel as good as OMG! Gonna Be Late! will compel lizard brain to--forgive the metaphor homogenation--change its spots.
I do this a lot with deadlines--I've bemoaned the fact before. It occurred to me after I finished the day job thing, though, that I may be doing it on purpose. I *like* the feeling of feeling pleased, the sensation of the lifted weight. And the closer to the deadline a project moves, the heavier the weight, and the better it feels when--
You see where this is going? Whether as a spur for creativity, or because it feels so good when it stops, I go out of my way to get myself into these pressing situations. Even if it's not that onerous a project. Even when I know that if I just got down and did it, it would be over in an hour and I could move on.
I got my tax stuff to the CPA early this year, and mailed off the completed returns to the revenooers a few days ago. That felt *really* good. Every time I see an ad for tax services, I can say to myself, Done.
I am hoping that the realization that Early can feel as good as OMG! Gonna Be Late! will compel lizard brain to--forgive the metaphor homogenation--change its spots.
