The mirage of time management

Tomorrow. Let me tell you about tomorrow. Tomorrow is a mythical land where 99% of all human productivity, motivation, and achievement is stored. But I gotta shake this mentality off. I’m going to stop putting things off, starting tomorrow! The bad news is that time flies. The relatively good news is that you’re the unlicensed Pilot. If you have one eye on yesterday, and one eye on tomorrow, you’re going to be cockeyed today. Starting tomorrow, whatever life throws at me, I’m ducking so it hits someone else.

Work. Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.  I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early. The problem with opportunity is that it always comes disguised as hard work. Sometimes it’s like there’s a notice in my head that reads, “due to the current workload, the light at the end of the tunnel will be turned off till further notice”. Tell you what my dream job is? In my dreams, I don’t work. My life right now is like that Rihanna song…work work work work then I don’t understand the rest. I need to take time off to live.

Deadlines. I love deadlines. There’s something therapeutic about the whooshing sound they make as they pass. Nothing makes me want to cook, clean, fold laundry, daydream, or nap like having a writing deadline. If not for deadlines, nothing would get done. That’s why I’m an advocate for smart work.  Because even if you’re on the right track, you will get run over if you just sit there. A deadline is a negative inspiration. Still, it’s better than no inspiration at all. According to studies, people’s number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that seem right?

Fireman. In another life, I’d be a fireman. Not to put out actual fires but the figurative ones in my life. One minute I’ve successfully mended a relationship with one person, the next minute a brand new relationship is getting ruined. Almost like you can’t please everyone at once. So you annoy them at regular intervals. People compliment me all the time about my time management skills. They’re impressed by how much I get done at the last minute. The adrenaline rush of cramming FIFTEEN handouts a few hours before the exam is unmatched.

Dragging on. Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead. Time is non-refundable, use it with intention. I genuinely feel that women get things done more effectively and efficiently than men. They’re called “man-hours” because a woman would have done that shit in under 20 minutes. I’m going to use what little energy I have today to breathe and maybe blink. That’s about it. The days just drag on and on. Today is dragging the dead body of yesterday.

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