focus, Pinky, focus!
Aug. 27th, 2008 02:06 pmIt is easy for me to formulate goals. It is hard for me to actually achieve goals. It is not that I don't want to do things, it's just that once I've started them, I want more to do other things.
So this is frustrating me. I seem not to be able to remember wanting things. I know I've always had trouble articulating desires, even to myself, but this is a bit ridiculous. I have a list of projects I want to be working on, but the list is as long as my arm, and every time I sit to revise it, I just generate a new one. I want too many things at once, and none of them badly enough to focus on.
So it's frustrating.
Adding in the fact that I have been doing a lot of writing lately, and my brain is so abstracted and distanced from reality that I don't know where to start with my life. I want to have things done, but don't want to do them, OR I want to do things, but don't particularly care if I have them done.
I've drifted along like this fairly happily all month, but cumulatively, it's not a very satisfying effect.
I don't really know what to do about it, I just know I sort of don't like it. But, of course, I naturally resist imposing a set schedule, or forcing myself to do something I don't really want to do, because why on earth should I make myself miserable?
Eh. I may revise my list one more time and try to only write things on it that I really mean. That might help.
... Where did I leave the list? That's the crucial question. And which version?
Argh.
All that said, I have been productive today-- did some cooking, some cleaning, made a pair of shorts (just need to put in the drawstring waist, since I have no elastic), and did a whole bunch of weeding in the garden.
I just need to figure out what to do next, and have it be something I can and will finish.
So this is frustrating me. I seem not to be able to remember wanting things. I know I've always had trouble articulating desires, even to myself, but this is a bit ridiculous. I have a list of projects I want to be working on, but the list is as long as my arm, and every time I sit to revise it, I just generate a new one. I want too many things at once, and none of them badly enough to focus on.
So it's frustrating.
Adding in the fact that I have been doing a lot of writing lately, and my brain is so abstracted and distanced from reality that I don't know where to start with my life. I want to have things done, but don't want to do them, OR I want to do things, but don't particularly care if I have them done.
I've drifted along like this fairly happily all month, but cumulatively, it's not a very satisfying effect.
I don't really know what to do about it, I just know I sort of don't like it. But, of course, I naturally resist imposing a set schedule, or forcing myself to do something I don't really want to do, because why on earth should I make myself miserable?
Eh. I may revise my list one more time and try to only write things on it that I really mean. That might help.
... Where did I leave the list? That's the crucial question. And which version?
Argh.
All that said, I have been productive today-- did some cooking, some cleaning, made a pair of shorts (just need to put in the drawstring waist, since I have no elastic), and did a whole bunch of weeding in the garden.
I just need to figure out what to do next, and have it be something I can and will finish.
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Date: 2008-08-28 12:07 am (UTC)For example, a lot of people find it incredibly interesting I play Irish (and some Scottish) music on the uilleann pipes. To me, it isn't necessarily boring since I love playing but it is routine and I know so many bloody Irish traditional musicians -- most being a lot better than me -- that it is pretty mundane. There are plenty of things such as hangliding that seem a lot more interesting than Irish music because I don't do them. But if I went hanggliding every weekend and hung out with loads of other hanggliding folk, I am sure it would get routine and mundane as well. That is just life.