3.5 weeks of school left in this semester and I am, as usual, beginning to get just a touch worried about how much I don't know yet...I should be studying.
Instead, I am engaging in my favourite winter semester studying-avoidance technique. I even skipped my evening class because it really didn't seem worth the $1.50 in gas I would spend to get there. I had intended to work on a couple of assignments; however, the temptation was too great to avoid. I haven't done a bit of schoolwork all evening. (ShinyShoes, I really hope you aren't reading this today...I can just imagine the look you'd be giving me and it's making me uncomfortable...). I didn't even watch Gilmore Girls. I'm too absorbed by my task.
Cleaning.
Actually, technically, it's more like organizing. Re-organizing really.
It started with my decision to put my laundry away before my 6pm class. I was spurred on by my inability to find three things that I wanted this past weekend (white elbow-length gloves, Rummoli board, game of Clue); I generally justify the organization of my life according to whether or not I can find what I'm looking for. If I can find whatever is missing then it's all ok. It's never been the case that I couldn't find the AWOL object before. This is a new and scary state of being. From there my tidying spiralled wildly out of control: laundry, decision to move bed, realization that bed didn't fit into new spot, decision to move 7ft bookshelf, removing of books and "stuff" (incl dust) from bookshelf, sorting of things I *really* don't need to keep, putting many of said things back onto shelves anyways (do I really need 5 years of back issues of both Bike and Mountain Bike magazines? Not so much.) and finally moving books etc. back onto bookshelf. I've spent the past 3 and a half hours (hmm, interesting, considering that concern above about 3 and a half weeks of school left) making a giant mess of my room in the hopes of creating a tidier, less cluttered space. I've got at least another hour to go before I can go to bed as my mattress is up against the door and there are still two shelves of books spread out over my bed-frame. Thankfully I talked myself out of my desire to repaint. I was this -><- close to hopping into my car and going to buy some paint. In my defence though, the walls really do need to be repainted. Honestly.
The downside to all of this is that I'm feeling entirely out of sorts due to being thrown back through 12 years of memories in the short space of 3.5 hours. It's slightly disconcerting. Aside from the fact that it emphasizes my feelings that I'm not much further ahead in the grand scheme of life than I was back then, it also reminds me how attached I am to my *stuff*. I have a very strong tradition of pack-rat-ism in my family. Argh, I don't want to be like them.
Must,
Change.
Must,
Not,
Succumb!
Perhaps I should frame that and put it up on my (needing to be repainted) wall.
It can remind me to a) get rid of things I don't use or need, and b) study instead of yielding to the desire to clean.
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6 comments:
I'm a pack rat myself but I'm not help there but I will say Gilmore Girls wasn't new last night so you didn't miss anything ;)
It must be something about this time of year or something in the air because I've been attempting to do the same thing over the past few days. I keep thinking 'you MUST clean/organize/work on project' but being sick kinda set my momentum off track and now I'm thinking I don't have time to do the things I thought I would get done. And if you've had a plan and it gets derailed, you don't want to start something you know you'll never finish so really, why disappoint yourself? It's already Wednesday and really - what can you do on a Wednesday that's productive? It's so close to the weekend.
See - there it is, an excuse that is so easy to argue with and yet, really not. My procrastination logic is always must stronger than my 'just get off your butt and do something you lazy sod' logic. I think we have that in common!
Yes, I believe so. Wednesdays are good for lots of things! I don't know what you need to do on your project; however, if you're still sick and suffering from sick fuzzy-head syndrome (that usually keeps me from being able to think long after I feel well enough to do other things) then a Wednesday would be the perfect day to organize somthing! Make a bag for Sally Ann, file papers, find places for *stuff* that is clutter because it is not in it's place, etc. Then you will have accomplished something and it will feel good. Much better than accomplishing nothing because you were procrastinating. Yes?
Hang on... I thought we were on the same "procrastion is good" team. Deep down, that's the jersey I know you wear. Yes, organizing is good but dang it, being lazy is so much better. Doing nothing is best when recovering from fuzzy-head. Thinking about organizing is acceptable but not doing it when recovering from fuzzy-head is as well. Who am I kidding... I cleaned the bathroom today. I guess it wasn't a total waste of a Wednesday.
You both have SO much to learn about TRUE procrastination. Come sit by me and I shall teach you all I know.
*sits cross-legged on the floor meditation style*
Mmmmm, teach them good she will, yes.... *in best yoda voice*
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