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I am an inveterate procrastinator.
Jul. 16th, 2007 03:30 amA minute ago I looked at the clock, and it was 3:29. That's a number I really like (and not just because it's the date of my birthday) although I don't think I can articulate why. The particular significance of 3:29 tonight is just that it meant I'd been sitting at the computer for about three hours now and had yet to do anything meaningful.
That's not entirely true, of course; I double-checked my Royal Caribbean application and sent it in, and then popped by the Gamer's Quarter forums and read some threads about embarrassing childhood game design and somewhat less embarrassing (if no more successful) game design as adults. I checked Facebook and The Seven Deadly Forums and my LiveJournal friends list. I listened to the new Star Fox track at the Smash Brothers blog and read Mark Rosewater's article at magicthegathering.com. I drummed my fingers on the keyboard and wondered what I could be doing; I randomly refreshed Achewood and Scary-Go-Round and fourhman.com even though I knew none of them had updated since the last time I checked them.
This past March I came up with a grand plan for this journal. On March 8, 2007, I was going to begin with a new regimen of writing about one aspect of myself every day for the next 387 days (starting with an essay about how and why the number 387 is so significant to me). Not only did that mean I'd be STARTING on 03-08-2007, but 387 days of entries would see me finished on March 29, 2008--my 26th birthday. That's just the sort of meaningless coincidence of significant digits that makes me grin.
It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me well that I didn't quite follow through on my plan as I'd originally hoped. I am an inveterate procrastinator. I was unwilling to put my plan into words; I didn't feel myself ready to start the project until I'd accounted for every element of its implementation. Should I have a different theme for every day of the week--maybe attach each day to one of the seven aspects of the self I'd once read about? Every Monday I'd discuss some aspect of my physical self; on Tuesday, my mental self; on Wednesday, my emotional self; on Thursday, my social self; on Friday, my spiritual self; on Saturday, my occupational self; and on Sunday, I'd talk about the environment of my self.
Ridiculous. Even considering that I could find about 54 things to write about "my occupational self", I had no idea what something like "the environment of myself" mean. There's much to be said for working within restrictions as a means of fostering creativity, but one can go too far.
I was also afraid of being boring. I certainly have the capacity for that, though, and if my self-summary is boring, then I am only being accurate.
Today is Monday, July 16, 2007. It's now after 4 o'clock in the morning, and my project's underway.
That's not entirely true, of course; I double-checked my Royal Caribbean application and sent it in, and then popped by the Gamer's Quarter forums and read some threads about embarrassing childhood game design and somewhat less embarrassing (if no more successful) game design as adults. I checked Facebook and The Seven Deadly Forums and my LiveJournal friends list. I listened to the new Star Fox track at the Smash Brothers blog and read Mark Rosewater's article at magicthegathering.com. I drummed my fingers on the keyboard and wondered what I could be doing; I randomly refreshed Achewood and Scary-Go-Round and fourhman.com even though I knew none of them had updated since the last time I checked them.
This past March I came up with a grand plan for this journal. On March 8, 2007, I was going to begin with a new regimen of writing about one aspect of myself every day for the next 387 days (starting with an essay about how and why the number 387 is so significant to me). Not only did that mean I'd be STARTING on 03-08-2007, but 387 days of entries would see me finished on March 29, 2008--my 26th birthday. That's just the sort of meaningless coincidence of significant digits that makes me grin.
It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me well that I didn't quite follow through on my plan as I'd originally hoped. I am an inveterate procrastinator. I was unwilling to put my plan into words; I didn't feel myself ready to start the project until I'd accounted for every element of its implementation. Should I have a different theme for every day of the week--maybe attach each day to one of the seven aspects of the self I'd once read about? Every Monday I'd discuss some aspect of my physical self; on Tuesday, my mental self; on Wednesday, my emotional self; on Thursday, my social self; on Friday, my spiritual self; on Saturday, my occupational self; and on Sunday, I'd talk about the environment of my self.
Ridiculous. Even considering that I could find about 54 things to write about "my occupational self", I had no idea what something like "the environment of myself" mean. There's much to be said for working within restrictions as a means of fostering creativity, but one can go too far.
I was also afraid of being boring. I certainly have the capacity for that, though, and if my self-summary is boring, then I am only being accurate.
Today is Monday, July 16, 2007. It's now after 4 o'clock in the morning, and my project's underway.
