Two Months Off
Amazing, the passage of time. It scarcely seems possible that it'll soon be two months since we were in the USA. Still, Who Knows Where The Time Goes?
I am, despite appearances to the contrary, one of the world's most talented procrastinators. I may give myself a goodly stack of projects, but if there's something I don't particularly want to do at the time it rises to the top - or falls to the bottom - of my in-tray, I'm highly skilled at avoiding it and doing something else instead. Usually it only tends to be minor things (though some of the people whose E-mails I've magically taken well over a month - or two, or even, embarrassingly, three in one case - to answer might not think of them as 'minor'), but occasionally I let myself get so far behind with things that the entire reason for doing them in the first place disappears. I admit it, I have a problem.
Why the self-analysis? Well, it has occurred to me that despite my good intentions at the start of the year, I have singularly failed to do a fair few of the things that I had promised myself I would do. The writing remains on the back-burner, despite a slew of promising ideas to write about; my music reviews blog is woefully neglected, although I must have started about 20+ reviews that I have yet to finish; I made a good start on learning both C# and Welsh after tentatively picking around them both for a couple of years now but have let that slide... You can see where I'm going with this, right?
Hey, I'm human. I frequently allow minor concerns or little pet projects to interfere with my regular day-to-day existence - I doubt I'm alone in this. Still, I find it frustrating that there appear to be so few hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month (I mean, come on - four weeks? Scarcely seems worth it!), months in a year... Pink Floyd's Time seems more, er, timely with every passing year.
Anyway, I'm recording this thought in an attempt to give myself a bit of a kick up the arse. Steen has already taken me to task about it - not without good cause - and given how busy she's keeping herself right now (full-time job, numerous extra-curricular activities and full-time study working towards her teaching degree) I really don't have any worthwhile excuses. Time to roll up the ol' sleeves: starting with the pile of writing notes I have lying about the place, and getting those bloody reviews finished for my other blog.
Maybe some beer will help?
I am, despite appearances to the contrary, one of the world's most talented procrastinators. I may give myself a goodly stack of projects, but if there's something I don't particularly want to do at the time it rises to the top - or falls to the bottom - of my in-tray, I'm highly skilled at avoiding it and doing something else instead. Usually it only tends to be minor things (though some of the people whose E-mails I've magically taken well over a month - or two, or even, embarrassingly, three in one case - to answer might not think of them as 'minor'), but occasionally I let myself get so far behind with things that the entire reason for doing them in the first place disappears. I admit it, I have a problem.
Why the self-analysis? Well, it has occurred to me that despite my good intentions at the start of the year, I have singularly failed to do a fair few of the things that I had promised myself I would do. The writing remains on the back-burner, despite a slew of promising ideas to write about; my music reviews blog is woefully neglected, although I must have started about 20+ reviews that I have yet to finish; I made a good start on learning both C# and Welsh after tentatively picking around them both for a couple of years now but have let that slide... You can see where I'm going with this, right?
Hey, I'm human. I frequently allow minor concerns or little pet projects to interfere with my regular day-to-day existence - I doubt I'm alone in this. Still, I find it frustrating that there appear to be so few hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a month (I mean, come on - four weeks? Scarcely seems worth it!), months in a year... Pink Floyd's Time seems more, er, timely with every passing year.
Anyway, I'm recording this thought in an attempt to give myself a bit of a kick up the arse. Steen has already taken me to task about it - not without good cause - and given how busy she's keeping herself right now (full-time job, numerous extra-curricular activities and full-time study working towards her teaching degree) I really don't have any worthwhile excuses. Time to roll up the ol' sleeves: starting with the pile of writing notes I have lying about the place, and getting those bloody reviews finished for my other blog.
Maybe some beer will help?