Valhalla Island

It’s funny how I can be the busiest I have ever been in my life, trying to get 5 assignments done, trying to get jobs finished on time, looking after my broken legged mother and all I want to do is write a post about one of the hundreds of things I want to write about. And I do write, I squeeze them in somehow and end up writing three posts a day like I was for a week there.

Then I get the assignments finished, I hand them in and no longer do I have to be working non-stop to get everything done on time. I have time to spare. As my busyness (or is it business? haha) stops so does my motivation to write. In a time when I still have things to write about but have a whole lot more time to write them in, which means I should be able to write more, more often, but I don’t.

The same thing happens if I have two days to do an assignment, say, a Saturday and a Sunday. I’ll be lazy getting work done on Saturday and then Courtney might call and want to see me Sunday, I want to see her too so I can’t work on the assignment on Sunday, I have to work on it Saturday and I do. Suddenly I have motivation to get the work done and my assignment is finished a day early.

It just goes to show that deadlines motivate us like not much else can. Everyone’s always complaining about deadlines and having so much work to get done in a short amount of time, but you rarely hear someone complaining about deadlines not getting the work done on time.

If you can set self imposed deadlines and stick to them, you’ll probably get a lot of work done. But that’s a hard thing to do.