I had some big plans for today. Big productive plans. I tweaked my workflows last week to better accommodate my current deadlines, and it really paid off. So the last thing I did on Friday? Plot out the whole week coming to apply this newfound scheme.
Result?
God, Fate, the Great Pumpkin or whoever decided to punch me in the face with one interruption after another today. Did not matter how many times I tried to get going, that great hairy brass knuckled fist of fate smashed straight into my teeth again.
I think all up, I got about three hours of writing done, mostly in bits and pieces. Still, I kept getting back to it after every punch in the face. I’m telling myself that has to count for something.
The universe has a sense of humour, and it loves nothing more than finding someone with a meticulously plotted day and royally fucking with those plans for shits and giggles. It is known 😫
Not work related but it sounds like my weekends when i have plans to get my list done. It always goes astray because something needs to be done before i can get to it, but to do that thing i need to fix and transport that other thing. And then because time has slipped out of my fingers something else on the list has now just shot to #1 and it needs to be done right away. One example was last weekend - heatwave down here in NSW and i got up early to put washing on. Task 1 done set a reminder on the phone to hang it out. Then it was time to set up the hoses for the drip lines to water the garden before i go and hand water the veg patch. No pressure from the dam (dam water used for the garden). Rule out all the usual problems and fiddle with the pump and find a fried frog in the regulator. Finally get it going but the sun is getting high and its too late to water the veg patch effectively (or stuff will burn) so just do fruit trees and plan to do the veg patch later that afternoon and risk the slugs overnight. Task #2 has now slipped to the bottom. Had to stop the timer while looking at the pump so the washing goes out late. Put another one on anyway. Have to chainsaw wood for winter, get part way through an old lightning log i decided to cut up this year (its been down for about 12 years) but its still bloody hard and dense as, so i use the petrol up quicker. I usually only use one tank before quitting and giving it a rest but i have to go back for number 2 to make it worth my while. Now everything is out of whack - i have the council coming to inspect the septic so i needed to clean up a fallen tree over the septic dripline area and mow and i'm doing it in the heat of the day. Have to stop because one of the kids has drama callbacks for the musical they are doing so thats 3hrs round trip out. Get back in time to go pick the other kid up from her job. Then its dinner. I got a ginger beer out of the fridge and skulled it - but i was a massive gulp in before i realised it was the super strong moscow mule id made last weekend and didnt drink (poured it back into the bottle rather than waste it). It was a shock! but gave me a massive buzz but made me forget i had to water the veg patch. And that was sunday. Luckily i got up super early to go take sunrise pics on saturday and that always chills me out - especially when its a good one! I just need to figure out that its better to do the hard day first and the relax one second. https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWFL3_PiSu/
Yeah, I get it. One of my unexpected interruptions yesterday was discovering a massive leak in the pool's filtration tank. All I wanted was a quick dip to wake myself up for the afternoon's editing. What I got was two hours of faffing around with filters, pumps and tradies.
If three hours of productive work per day was good enough for John Maynard Keynes in 1930 (as a prediction of the future, i.e., 2030), then it's good enough for me, and probably you. You've done well. Don't beat yourself up about it (any more than the vicissitudes of fate already have.)
Yeah, I'm exact same way, then decide to take a quick look at this site and see there's like 3 posts since last time I checked, and it pretty much goes down hill from there.
The universe has a sense of humour, and it loves nothing more than finding someone with a meticulously plotted day and royally fucking with those plans for shits and giggles. It is known 😫
this song might help
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwjX_L7Ytcj9AhWHznMBHUIvA2wQyCl6BAgbEAM&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_z--E9OeuJE&usg=AOvVaw1QOGNW8SrAoV5Z7uEVAmFT
(Frenzal Rhomb - Punch in the face)
Not work related but it sounds like my weekends when i have plans to get my list done. It always goes astray because something needs to be done before i can get to it, but to do that thing i need to fix and transport that other thing. And then because time has slipped out of my fingers something else on the list has now just shot to #1 and it needs to be done right away. One example was last weekend - heatwave down here in NSW and i got up early to put washing on. Task 1 done set a reminder on the phone to hang it out. Then it was time to set up the hoses for the drip lines to water the garden before i go and hand water the veg patch. No pressure from the dam (dam water used for the garden). Rule out all the usual problems and fiddle with the pump and find a fried frog in the regulator. Finally get it going but the sun is getting high and its too late to water the veg patch effectively (or stuff will burn) so just do fruit trees and plan to do the veg patch later that afternoon and risk the slugs overnight. Task #2 has now slipped to the bottom. Had to stop the timer while looking at the pump so the washing goes out late. Put another one on anyway. Have to chainsaw wood for winter, get part way through an old lightning log i decided to cut up this year (its been down for about 12 years) but its still bloody hard and dense as, so i use the petrol up quicker. I usually only use one tank before quitting and giving it a rest but i have to go back for number 2 to make it worth my while. Now everything is out of whack - i have the council coming to inspect the septic so i needed to clean up a fallen tree over the septic dripline area and mow and i'm doing it in the heat of the day. Have to stop because one of the kids has drama callbacks for the musical they are doing so thats 3hrs round trip out. Get back in time to go pick the other kid up from her job. Then its dinner. I got a ginger beer out of the fridge and skulled it - but i was a massive gulp in before i realised it was the super strong moscow mule id made last weekend and didnt drink (poured it back into the bottle rather than waste it). It was a shock! but gave me a massive buzz but made me forget i had to water the veg patch. And that was sunday. Luckily i got up super early to go take sunrise pics on saturday and that always chills me out - especially when its a good one! I just need to figure out that its better to do the hard day first and the relax one second. https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWFL3_PiSu/
Yeah, I get it. One of my unexpected interruptions yesterday was discovering a massive leak in the pool's filtration tank. All I wanted was a quick dip to wake myself up for the afternoon's editing. What I got was two hours of faffing around with filters, pumps and tradies.
Going back to it again and again does have meaning. You made a plan and you stuck to it as best you could. That's success, innit?
Right now, considering my next task, I'd like to be punched in the face from now until eternity.
If three hours of productive work per day was good enough for John Maynard Keynes in 1930 (as a prediction of the future, i.e., 2030), then it's good enough for me, and probably you. You've done well. Don't beat yourself up about it (any more than the vicissitudes of fate already have.)
Yeah, this is the way.
Yeah, I'm exact same way, then decide to take a quick look at this site and see there's like 3 posts since last time I checked, and it pretty much goes down hill from there.
After a day work, these days I have precious little mental energy to write…I don’t even know where my work days go!