Okay, that was particularly outlandish, and I don't think I'm really enough of a drama queen to get away with saying such a bold thing like that. I do, however, have a new philosophy, of sorts, that I've now stuck to for three whole days.
That's more like it. I'm much better at the underwhelming statements.
'So what is this new philosophy?', I hear you cry. Well, it's not really new at all, and it's actually one that writers, philosophers and clods alike have been practising (and oh-so-humorously reversing) for centuries:
"Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today."
Score two for the underwhelming proclamations, I think.
Yes, I realise it's very basic, and essentially just common sense, but in Chaucer, Draxe and Chesterfield (that's right, I know how to use Google) I hope to find a kinship against procrastination that might just get me doing things that could be considered productive. Because, apparently, playing Football Manager for hours at a time will not get me anywhere in life. Unless I worked for Sports Interactive as a games tester. But I do not, and I've come to terms with the fact that I probably never will.
So far the resolution is going well. On Sunday I seemed to have a whole day of getting things done that I've previously been putting off. I had a new photo for my passport and driving licence taken (which I've been delaying for so long, the latter - complete with a clean-shaven, teenage James - has now actually expired). I caught up on a few TV shows that have been building up on the Sky+ box (granted, this was for fun - and so I ate lunch at the same time to truly classify this as an efficient use of time). I backed up my PC (which I really, really should have done before now, given I haven't done it since my computer broke in January - apparently I don't learn my lessons). And best of all, and to the complete shock of my fellow housemates, I tidied my bedroom.
I've always felt uneasy living with a messy work area. I can survive in it, and I have done quite easily for so long, but it seems to breed procrastination and Lord knows I don't need any encouragement for sitting on my arse and not writing a thing. So, now that I have a clear desk, a visible floor, and a reminder card - forced upon me by Jenn - marked with "James' goals" firmly within my eyeline, I'm hoping that this may just be the start of a new era.
Hopefully it won't be one of those ill-fated new eras that have featured so many times before and only lasted a week or two. Such is my history of motivation, I won't hold my breath this time either - but you never know, one day something like this might just stick and I'll become so efficient and productive that the Germans will want to adopt me.
It could happen.
Anyway, three days in, and I'm feeling pretty good. Rather like I've just given up meat, or smoking, but without the incessant cravings for a McDonalds, or the constant threat of yelling at people for no reason. Sitting here and writing this is, incidentally, another of the things that I've been putting off lately, and it feels strangely... fantastic... to finally be back here.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make this a regular thing.
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