Somebody, Please Come and Fix my Brain
Wherein Our Heroine is Fed Up.
Would I like my life better if tasks and responsibilities were spaced evenly? I like to think I would - after all, the last few weeks have felt like stretches of boredom interspersed with moments of panic and frenetic activity. If I had greater self-discipline, I would get a bunch of things done in those stretches. I would finish the baby blanket from hell, I would work on my novel, I would do more Yoga (well, the last I might have let up on, as I am recovering from a nasty shoulder injury).
But me being me, I do not get these good and worthy things done. I noodle, I procrastinate, I fiddle. Then the crunch hits and I have to blast out of the blocks like a sprinter caught daydreaming at the starting line.
This repeated activity seems to indicate that something in me finds the herky-jerky activity compelling. It must be some sort of primitive impulse, because the higher-functioning part of my brain is disgusted and disdainful of such waste.
Posted: Tuesday - April 12, 2005 at 08:43 AM | |