Rip off the bandaid, get off the pot
Okay, I've found just about every possible way to procrastinate, now my life is taking over for me. I can't record the podcast tonight (friend coming over), tomorrow through Saturday (events happening kind of constantly), and I want to be fresh and loquacious for this thing (he means caffeinated). If I say it here then I can't go back on it without public shame, which is so much more effective a motivator than private shame.
This Sunday at 10 a.m., after having a shot of espresso, I will record episode 1 of the Species of Least Concern podcast. I will upload it as soon as technologically possible and make it available either Sunday or Monday, depending on technology and my ineptitude with it. Then from now on that will be my regular time to record the podcast (may have to move it earlier if I start doing Urban Nature Walks again) every week.
I may fail or I may succeed, but I won't have the benefit of either experience if I don't try.
This Sunday at 10 a.m., after having a shot of espresso, I will record episode 1 of the Species of Least Concern podcast. I will upload it as soon as technologically possible and make it available either Sunday or Monday, depending on technology and my ineptitude with it. Then from now on that will be my regular time to record the podcast (may have to move it earlier if I start doing Urban Nature Walks again) every week.
I may fail or I may succeed, but I won't have the benefit of either experience if I don't try.