Today I got absolutely nothing done. It is not from a lack of having things to do. I also did not have a Bruno Mars moment and make the decision to have a lazy day.
I actually woke up this morning with every intention of being productive. There are a few reasons that I am currently in this situation.
First of all, I am a chronic procrastinator. There is no other way to put it. Others would say that they work better under pressure. That is not exactly true for me; I work well either way.
I will say, however, that I work faster under pressure. I find that when the stakes are high and time is limited, I can complete in hours what should have taken a few days. It is both a blessing and a curse. The results are great, but the stress that leads to the results is exhausting.
Another reason that I am currently reflecting on a lack of positive activity is that I failed to plan.
Most of what I actually do get done on a daily basis is completed because I write it in my planner in brightly colored pen. There is something about neon colors and the permanence of ink that spurs me into action. It is also strangely satisfying to be able to scratch an item off of a list.
Besides that, with the bulk of tasks that I need to complete, I often forget a few of them if they are not written down. Add that to my schedule of nursing classes, part-time jobs and extracurricular activities, and you will find that the time I get to work on these tasks comes at random hours.
I do not get distracted easily, but I realized that when I do get distracted, it is substantially so.
My train of thought runs on a strange track, and what starts off as a research project may end with me pondering why American cheese is so disappointing. Depending on what I get hooked on, it could be anywhere from five minutes to two hours before I realize that I am distracted. I then have to backtrack to the beginning of what I was supposed to be doing in the first place.
Today I got absolutely nothing done. Do not follow my example.