Anna

Last night, umbravita figured out why I was having so much trouble with schoolwork lately. I worked one day for eight hours solid, but didn't realise that I completely fucked myself over by doing that, ruining pretty much any chance I had of actually getting anything done. I can still feel it now; that river of "fuck it" that I need to cross to get anything done.

So I'm going to start small. Twenty minutes a day, for two weeks. And that is an absolute cut-off. No "oh just a little bit longer!" if I'm feeling good. (I did that once, for the eight-hour workday, and fucked myself over for three weeks afterwards.) Apparently I'll only start to feel it after the first week, so I'm not going to step it up until about two weeks are through.

And no, 140 minutes a week doesn't seem like much. But really, that's more than I'm getting done these days.

I have to say, umbravita is very good at cutting through my bullshit. I make too many excuses, talk and talk but don't act. A good arse-kicking from her later, and I'm a little more inclined to actually get shit done. It's brilliant, and I'm very grateful to have someone like her keeping an eye out for me. ♦ Now, I just have to keep it up... welp, might as well drop the talking and actually work, hehe. See y'all.