That Intrusive Squirrel. #002

Your day is going swimmingly. Tasks are being ticked off effortlessly, phone calls made, forms filled and emails sent. You are in the zone, my friend. A productivity powerhouse. Calendar king. Reminders wrangler. Nothing can stop you, for you are a force of nature.

Tomorrow quivers in antici…

Hello, Allow me to Introduce Myself.

…pation.

You make a cup of coffee and sit down to savour it before kicking your to-do list’s bottom. Fewer tasks today. Easy.

But there’s this ominous atmosphere. Yesterday, you were flying, today it feels like your shoelaces are tied together, as if everything you need to do is impossible to achieve. A bite sized chunk? Insurmountable.

You’ve been on a roll of productivity. Weeks and weeks of routine had become second nature, effortless as breathing.

So what’s happened?

You, my dear friend, have been ambushed by the squirrel of procrastination, and he would dearly like to stay.

And stay, he will…

Nut Nibbling Nitwit.

Cards on the table here, that was written three weeks or so ago. I clearly remember being enthused by my initial words, and herein lies the issue. Even when the muse is present, even when the words flow, procrastination can get its teeth into your fleshy bits and refuse to let go.

But I’m back now and willing to give it another go, and that’s all I can do.

I’m sharing this not because it’s a particularly good blog, but I must be honest to improve.

I’ve spent the weekend tidying up the lot of Procrastinate B a little and will give my writing area a lick of paint tomorrow. It’s cluttered too, so that will have to be faced as a messy writing area equals a messy mind.

Wish me luck!