Yesterday, the post about precrastination rattled me. I do like to do things early, but often I slip into feeling overwhelmed anyway. I can’t do everything early. Not every project can be first. Every night before bed, I realize how much I still have to do. It’s now just after 10 p.m and I’ve been up since 5:30 a.m., working
I’m trying to get to a point where I’m “done” and can go to bed. What a mistake. There is no “done.” When I’ve finished paying the bills, I have to send invoices, and then I have to create the Powerpoint and do the outline and book my flight and remember what is left to do for the trip to Dallas and the one to Chicago and. . . there is no end.
Which is a good thing, as steady work means money to pay the bills. But I have to decide how much to work each day. How long. How much rest versus how much work.
Sometimes a small machine in my head acts as if I will hit a magic end to the work, a big trumpet will sound and satisfaction will pour into my heart as money pours into my hands.
Instead, there is satisfaction in getting work done well, and a bit of panic in the work left undone, and when the whole thing balances out, it’s been a very good day.
—Quinn McDonald has to buy cat food tomorrow, or the day will not end well.