I think that for once I have enough time. That’s a nice feeling, if I am to be honest. Work does not start for a few hours so I can take all of the time that I would like to do nothing before the panic sets back in and then I rush to get as much done in as little time possible, thus creating a situation where I don’t get much done and have no time to get everything done before the commencement of the shift.
Anyway, I don’t know as to what I’m going to do right now. Starting early feels as little more liberating than usual. Maybe instead of doing this writing I’ll just go into my backyard and do some gardening, which of course needs to be done, lest the weeds take over.
I could do that. I could do other things. I could go for a walk. Dare I dream such a thing possible? Do I do such a thing?
I don’t think so. It poses too much of a risk to my being. I need to get other things done.
I could go back to bed. Could rest and maybe even have a bit of a nap. Could do that. However, that might get in the way of the doing of the other things.
There are so many choices and I am not sure as to which I should go for. Maybe I should process photos due to the backlog that I’ve managed to build up over the past few weeks. That would be getting things done and those getting things done would mean that there would be less to do later which would of course create a situation more favourable to relaxing. Then I’d be able to get things done before work and relax after work. However, there would be other things that would need doing.
I don’t know what I should do with the time I currently have. This is a weird sensation. Maybe I should postpone all activities so I can do what I usually do, which is a whole lot of nothing followed by a massive burst of some stuff. That isn’t necessarily favourable, but it is routine and routine is as good as it is detrimental.
I think that maybe instead of doing anything other than finishing this, I should probably finish this. Get it out of the way. Have it done. Then after that I can look at moving onto other things that need to see some form of completion. Once those are out of the way, then I can move onto other things. Slowly chip away at the massive stone of which I have grown. Whittle it down to something slightly smaller. Do this over many a day, until there is little left and then I can relax.
However, that would mean that I’d be getting more, rather than less done and to be honest then I wouldn’t have as much to stress over.
Shouldn’t have started early.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:03:78
Was pretty chuffed that I wasn’t being completely lazy when I started this.
Apparently my being chuffed ended up seeping into the writing and thus I wrote this thing, which is… I don’t know what to make of it other than referring to it as silly.
Written at home.