Habit, routine works well for me.
I was establishing a bit of a routine for myself, where I would do certain things every morning – read, blog, and a bit of time for reflection.
Then, over the last week, because I had a cold, the whole routine was disrupted, and it’s been so difficult to get back into the swing of things.
Amazingly difficult. A lot more difficult than I would have imagined.
I’m not even sure why it’s been so difficult.
Actually, on reflection – the only/main problem?
Me, overanalysing my options. Maybe I should start with this topic. Or perhaps I should write about that topic. But do I really want to go with that topic? There’s also this topic. And what about this one? I ought to do X now. I also need to do Y. And what about Z? Before I know it, much time has passed, and it’s time to start doing something I actually must do. Like get ready to go to work, or cook dinner, or whatever.
The result? Not so much the fact that whatever it is hasn’t been done, but it’s the underlying feeling of dissatisfaction with myself. It compounds itself too: I still haven’t got thing A done. Damnit. And then there’s thing B, and C, and I really needed to get to thing D, too. Too much, too late!
I’ve only managed to stop it this morning by picking up a pen and writing (sitting at the WordPress interface, somehow too daunting).
Has this broken the cycle? I can only hope so…
I leave you with a cute puppy picture.
