Why does my brain always prioritize things from least important to most? When I have a to-do list — and I always have a to-do list — I complete the least difficult, least meaningful tasks first and save the toughies, the ones I know are going to take me forever, until the 11th hour. Then I cry and pull my hair and snap at everyone around me and turn 10 shades of red because I’m so stressed about finishing this task. It never fails.
I’ve been staring at this blue envelope of survey results. I conceived of the survey as a means to gain user feedback on a project I’m involved in. I thought it would be a logical idea to elicit some suggestions to help improve the project. Seems like a good idea, no? But I stare and I stare and I stare at the envelope and I never open it. I suppose it’s because once I do, I know I’ll have to do something with it.
Fine. I’ll do it. Don’t judge me, blog. And while I’m at it, I’ll also compose that email I’ve been meaning to send out and that abstract for my master’s applied project. It will feel nice to cross these things off my list — that is, until something comes to fill its place. But I don’t need to worry about that, because I’ll just put those things off as long as I can, too.