My procrastination level is on all time high. I have a deadline on Tuesday for this prenup write-up aaaand a presentation for Saturday. You might think that I have enough time to do everything and there’s no reason for me not to meet my deadlines. Well, let’s just say I have terrible time management. So, I really need to dedicate an entire day for 1 assignment. That’s how slow my pacing is.
I’m trying to multi-task, though. But multi-tasking is really not good for anyone as I realized this in my writing journey. Too many distractions and high risk of losing focus. Maybe it takes a highly-trained mind of an individual to master multi-tasking.
Anyway, right now, I’m taking my nth break for the whole day.
Quotes about how life is a journey. I never thought that there is going to be a lot of it. And so I’m struggling to select just one for this write up I’m doing. Nothing resonates to me, though. Might as well say, Life is a journey. As simple as that. Or that cliched saying, “focus on the journey not on the destination.” *sigh
So, once again I was given another assignment for this wedding blog. And it’s not going well. The muse has gone. After being on a roll last Friday, it looks like my muse has left the building. The day’s almost done, and I nowhere near half of the work. And now, I’m trying to trigger or tap my creative juices once more by doing this volume.
And while doing the write up, I’m simultaneously doing this with a survey/quiz I found in tumblr, you know those personality quizzes.
An album called Cafe Music Studio Ghibli. Soooo, obviously I’m trying to set the right mood for my writing. But I don’t know if it’s working or not, though. Maybe I’m the one who’s not in the right mood…
“How am I going to get my tasks done?” and “Why am I always plagued with allergy rhinitis every Sunday?”
I wish I could go back to the time where community life is simpler. Like 5 years ago. The time where almost everybody gets along with anyone.
To get everything done within the day. Or is that too much to hope for?
A gray shirt stained with a variety of stuff like oil, food, and snot. And oh, denim mommy shorts.
A good rest. There’s a reason why I can’t get a good night sleep and it’s because of my dry cough that’s making it hard for everyone in our room to sleep. Well, I cannot suppress it, obviously. I tried doing that but it ended up making my cough worse, making it more inconvenient for everyone.
The luxury of time.
Sickly. Groggy. Bloated. Pressured. A little stressed out. All balled into one within my system.
Me on bed on a Monday.
The Sunday Currently is originally from Siddathornton