Being Decaffeinated

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What I wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee right now. Alas, caffeine and I aren’t on speaking terms. Though I know that in reality it makes me a shaky, anxious mess, in my head it is is a golden elixir, liquid from the gods imbued with the magical power of focus.

And it’s true, for a few hours. Until the other symptoms kick in. Then it’s less of a gift, more of a curse, and once it’s there, it’s there.

Sigh.

Oh well. All that means is I get the opportunity to draw upon my moral fortitude to get through the list that seems to be getting longer each time I look at it. Actually, it is getting longer each time I look at it, because I keep writing things on it. Funny how that works.

If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m having one of my grindy days, the kind where tasks seem larger and my desire to complete them much, much lower than the minimum threshold required. The caffeine would give me that extra boost, the hands clasped together so I can step into them and haul myself over the fence of my to-dos.

But caffeine doesn’t clasp its hand together for me anymore. Or if it does, it sends me flying over, crashing hard on the other side.

Huh. That was kind of an odd metaphor, but I really liked it in the end. My unfocused brain comes up with some interesting stuff.

Maybe one of the ways to get going is just to get going. Inertia and all that. Glance at the list, pick a task, and jump in, because before you know it, you’ll be finished.

And here’s “blog post,” done and ready to be crossed off. That’s almost as satisfying as caffeine.

Almost.

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Efficiency, Your Name is Me

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Well, I actually did it. I crossed everything off of my to-do list yesterday. Everything, including a trip to the store I didn’t feel like taking. Which resulted in me bringing home not one, not two, but three kinds of cookies.

For science.

Given that my exercise routine has been interrupted by the Cough that Could Summon the Imperial Seal Himself (a fictional king of the seals with a jaunty crown and a firm-but-fair ruling flipper, not the singer, though I could see how that might be confusing), the cookie purchase may not have been entirely prudent. But it’s likely entirely delicious, so there’s that.

Back to the to-dos. No, I haven’t finished the master list, and no, I haven’t even peeked into the manuscript I still need to finish, but I think that a big part of figuring out how to get things done is being OK with doing only what you’re doing. So if it takes a little time to get something to the position of crossing it off, that’s OK.

It’s not like we have quad core processors or anything. Our computers are much better at multitasking than we are.

Of course, every day is a new day (so deep! Wait, that’s a song lyric) and I haven’t even written my list, let alone crossed anything off, though now I can write “blog” and cross it off, which is still every bit as satisfying. But one effective day under my belt and I’m looking at my list, or my list-to-be, in a whole new way.

Now about that manuscript…

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Treat Every Unwanted Task Like a Trip to the Dentist

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Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist, something I, like millions of others, do not enjoy doing. Actually, who does enjoy going to the dentist? Seriously. Even when your dental professionals are awesome people, as mine are. Whoever you are, dental appointment enjoyers, there might be something wrong with you.

Anyway, it was one of those things. No matter how much I talked to myself about how I didn’t want to go, it didn’t matter. I was going.

It got me thinking. Why not apply that attitude to other things in life that we just don’t want to do? I mean the ones that need to be done, not the ones like jumping out of planes, which only needs to be done under very limited, self-evident, circumstances. Those tasks that nag at us, or frighten us, or we simply don’t want to bother with, but need doing.

Like most people, when faced with something I’d rather not be doing, tiny voices assure me that it’s fine, I’ll do it later. And later. And later, until later subtly shifts over to that sneaky category of “never.”

But what if it becomes non-negotiable? In the case of my dental appointment, I didn’t want to wast the time of the hygienist who would be seeing me. I didn’t want to be charged for the appointment I’d confirmed. And I knew on a basic level that I needed to go.

It’s easy to lose accountability when the accountability is to yourself, and yet that’s the let-down that does you the most harm.

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Think Like a Tortoise

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I sat down to write this post, and thought, hmm. Tuesday. What do I have to say on Tuesday?

Today’s Wednesday.

That’s my first problem. It’s one of those days where the brain gears are slipping, but I’m determined not to let it slow me down. Or slow me down more. OK, I’m moving kind of slowly today.

But there’s a kind of peace in going the way of the tortoise, a word whose spelling I always have to check, no matter how many times I write it. I am not a tortoise by nature, far from it. But embracing the measured, the deliberate has its advantages.

I’m almost always in a rush, nearly constantly in a hurry, whether that’s from the uneven movement of the clock or my own unstable relationship with time, I can’t say. All right. It’s probably the second one.

But when you rush, you skip over thoughts, skip over ideas that, over a little while, could ease right out. They’re left there, acres out, abandoned, likely to rust in the rain.

Or that’s what I like to think, anyway. It makes me feel better about being so far back on the to-dos.

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