Procrastination, perfectionism, depression - Anna Rosenblum Palmer
Go head and click these links if you want to understand the references. If you don’t click this will go faster and be a less effective procrastination tool. Why procrastinators procrastinate. (more like how…but its mostly brilliant so we can let that go.) How to beat procrastination. (Or start to beat it…) Years ago I was planning to build a procrastination app but I never got around to it. As much as that sounds like a 2010 iOS conference punchline it is the truth. I wanted an app for that. I wrote about this at length in college, when I was supposed to be writing papers. How I would plan plan plan my projects, do just enough work to show myself how on track I was for success and then ignore the plans until the last possible hour (panic monster arrival) then churn out the work and get an A-. I called it an A – effort, but in fact it was procrastination. The Verb to the crippling mental state of perfectionism. By allowing myself little time to work any less than triumphant outcome was a result of timing, rather than my skill and brilliance. The fact that time management in and of itself was a skill was not lost on me, rather shoved in the closet along with abstemiousness, maintenance, and other less sparkly practices. WBW talks about the dark playground. Here is a picture for you non-link clickers. As I get older the dark playground shares a parking lot with procrastination station. Where activities and commitments masquarade as adult pursuits but in fact keep me from making concrete commitments to things that could count as personal achievements. Here I am going to spend an hour making the train cars of procrastination station. Wait for me. Of course there is place for all of those train cars. When you get on them from the “civic mindedness” station that shares the parking lot with the happy playground. If Id rather meddle in community business than watch TV (who am I kidding here) then good for me. But this is not where I boarded the train. I shut down google earth and pet rescue and re-categorizing my blog posts to do all this great volunteerism. What is missing is self care. Not the fun kind of self care. I have spa days, and date nights, retreats with friends, and freehand drawing classes at design/build centers. The kind of self care that takes specific planning and one brick building kind of maintenance. Jogging to improve heart function. Adding in healthy food to push out calories. Earning money instead of consulting with businesses for free. The discipline I have been practicing lately (now that I have quit : mediation, walking, running, yoga, buying and selling antiques, app design, interior design consulting, color picking) is writing this blog 5 times a week. Even if I don’t want to. This had seemed like a specific goal (one brick) in the road to being paid ...
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