PCA2
Even though I’m really loving Brighton and already feel at home here, I think my brain still hasn’t adjusted geographically to this new part of town.

The last few days I’ve been late to almost everything, and I think it may be because I forget I’m now 20 minutes further out from then I used to be.

The other reason is probably related to my habit of setting up urgent situations.  Quite regularly it will be about time to leave for something, and I’ll decide this is the moment to do the dishes, or write that e-mail, always thinking “I can do this real quick, if I hurry.” Which is stupid because I’ve probably had hours to perform this menial task, but instead I decreed that now is the perfect opportunity, and why?  Because it turns it into an urgent situation, it raises the stakes.  Washing the dishes now becomes a race against time, and the experience is more exhilarating for it.

But it’s still stupid, because it never works out, and I’m always late. I’d like to say that I do my best work under pressure, but that’s simply not true.  I may be best motivated under pressure, but that’s not too extraordinary.  We all need a little adventure now and then.

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