Ponder

[magid]

Why is it that some days I can look around my apartment, see things that need doing, and do them, while other days I look around my apartment, see things that need doing, and think about how much better it would be to have done it, without any motivation getting me up and doing?

Comments

[teddywolf.livejournal.com]

It depends on how recently you've seen your brother. Really. He puts out procrastination waves.

Re: Procrastination waves

[magid.livejournal.com]

And I haven't been to the beach in ages. :-P

I wish I knew why some days I can overcome ennui, while on others I succumb to the undertow, knowing that the disorder contributes to a less-contented me.

On the good side, after posting this, I straightened a lot of stuff in my room, so there's actual floor over most of the non-furniture space. I'm hoping I can springboard this to more neatness...

[spwebdesign.livejournal.com]

For me, the latter is far more common than the former.

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[magid.livejournal.com]

At a certain point, the mess is just too much. Not the dirt, but the clutter. And it affects my mood in subtle ways. Coming home to a somewhat ordered house is so much nicer than the alternative...

I just wish I knew how to get myself moving when I spend the time I could be doing something thinking about it instead, mentally beating myself up for not moving, and then for spending the time doing that, and... (cycles downward).

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[spwebdesign.livejournal.com]

I am very familiar with that downward cycle. No wonder I am so relaxed when I travel. Just a bed, a night table, and whatever I brought in my suitcase. No clutter to deal with. And I find I rarely need anything other than my clothes, my books, my laptop, and a place to sleep. Why, then, can I not get rid of the clutter?

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[magid.livejournal.com]

I don't know about you, but I have three main categories of clutter: laundry (which I can get under control with a reasonable amount of effort), books, which just keep multiplying (but stack nicely), and paper, which just seems to blossom out of control. It's sometimes hard to get the paper out of the house once it's drifted in.

And I know that at least with a lot of the books, there's something about having them around that is home to me. Traveling, by definition, is away from home, a break from the rest of life. So it makes sense that I'd have different requirements then, knowing that my stuff is waiting...