Time is gold

"At your age, time is gold."

I suppose the more hackneyed phrase is "time is money," but I prefer what my aunt told me.

I think that in having a flexible (note: not free) schedule, I forget about time. I think that I can rearrange things to my favor so that what is pleasant is done first and the unpleasant is pushed off. So much so that I end up pushing it to the next day, and then to the next, and the next and nothing gets done.

I realized that this attitude is much like eating all the things you like first on your dinner plate, only to have the things you don't like left. You're not only getting full, you have to ruin your palate with such unpleasant things. I used to save the best for last and it makes sense. You're full or getting full, but you can still savor that last bit and you're left with a happy memory of that meal. Of course, because food is such a big deal for me, this parallel is a powerful one.

I keep leaving unpleasant things last and when I'm worn out, tired, and irritable, I try to do what I least want to do and the obvious happens. I procrastinate.

The best time to get things done is in the morning, when I'm less coherent. Then I think less about how much I don't like said task and (somewhat) mindlessly get it done.

Augh, in trying to be productivity, I am again, inundated with all that I want to do and accomplish (oo, while I'm being productive, let's reorganize all my files, both physical and electronic!). Obviously, this will lead to disaster.

One thing at a time, let's create a routine that embeds happiness into one's daily routine so that even the mundane and unpleasant become palatable.