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
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