You know that feeling when you see a grimy spot on the wall but you never get around to cleaning it?
What about when your stash of oats is running low, yet you always delay your trip to the supermarket?
Or my personal favourite, knowing you have work to do, yet somehow being able to fill your time with useless crap like YouTube and Instagram?
Welcome to the world of attention residue, or more specifically, the reason why you get that nagging feeling to complete unfinished tasks and why it can worsen your procrastination.
Ah, the mystical topic of writing ideas. Where do they come from?
Are they really messages from the universe, ones that we pass through us like radio waves through receivers? Are they the products of our muse, spiritual beings who bestow us with their gifts at their whim and fancy? Or do we simply think our ideas into reality?
Nobody knows, really.
I may talk a good game about being productive, but the truth of the matter is that nothing can be further from the… well… truth.
After all, I’ve had decades of procrastination under my belt, and you don’t just undo a lifetime of bad habits with a few well-meaning routines. But I try. And you know what I’ve realised? It’s that laziness is my junk food—I know it’s bad for me but boy does it feel good to indulge.
Here we go again. It’s that time of the year when hope is high and resolutions are abound.
It’s the time when posts like ‘I’m On Track’ and ‘Achieving My Dreams’ litter the Reader, and I don’t blame anyone, because I too am feeling the promise of the New Year.
But before we go on seeking the perfect goals to commemorate 2022, let’s not forget the more important thing involved here—doing the actual work.
And you know what’s the most reliable way to launch you into a day’s worth of work? A solid morning routine.
I’m probably not as busy as most of you on here, but recent obligations have been eating away at my writing time.
And these surprise attacks come from all angles too. Maybe a mentee needs an entire day’s worth of guidance. Or maybe the weeds have grown uncontrollably in the garden. Or maybe it’s work on the weekends.
Either way, my adult life is an insatiable blob that only has an appetite for my leisure time. And thus I’ve found myself having to sneak in little pockets of writing time throughout the day instead of having a dedicated hour like I’m used to.
But that’s a small problem for me, right? After all, I did put up this post about micro-writing, so all I need to do is just write, right?
As it turns out, it’s not the writing that’s the problem. It’s attention.