"Surely THIS Will Fix Me?"
Dec. 28th, 2024 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highpotinnooseI want so badly the (likely unexistent) combination of tools that will make me as productive as I wish I could be. I've gamified my goals, I've installed niche mobile apps, I've switched up my working area, and I'm about to jury-rig a voice-to-text function for my word processor so that I can have as little of my body (the treacherous thing holding me back) involved in what I'm doing. And it's just so infuriating and depressing to know that if anything works at all, it'll only work for a while before my brain patches in a fix for that hack.
I've even tried procrastinating on one project by working on another. The only thing that really happened was that I felt guilty for not being productive in the way I'm 'supposed to', and I ended up not making progress on the the procrastination task either.
I will complain yet again --- why is it so easy for me to type up posts for dreamwidth bemoaning my inability to type anything else out?
Should I relocate my working space again? That worked for a decent amount of time last time, but I'm eventually going to run out of places to move unless I'm willing to break into the neighbors' properties.
An ode to my wretchedness:
The year is trudging steadily to greet its final days.
Meanwhile, I'm a spinning toy twirling 'top the table.
Neither coming nor going, neither falling nor rising.
Just a twitty teeter-totter --- tipping, dipping, so unstable.
I've even tried procrastinating on one project by working on another. The only thing that really happened was that I felt guilty for not being productive in the way I'm 'supposed to', and I ended up not making progress on the the procrastination task either.
I will complain yet again --- why is it so easy for me to type up posts for dreamwidth bemoaning my inability to type anything else out?
Should I relocate my working space again? That worked for a decent amount of time last time, but I'm eventually going to run out of places to move unless I'm willing to break into the neighbors' properties.
An ode to my wretchedness:
The year is trudging steadily to greet its final days.
Meanwhile, I'm a spinning toy twirling 'top the table.
Neither coming nor going, neither falling nor rising.
Just a twitty teeter-totter --- tipping, dipping, so unstable.
