Hi, my name is Samantha, and I have a procrastination problem that affects the rest of my life in horrible ways.
Hi Samantha
So I'm not going to make excuses for not writing this weekend. I just didn't. On Saturday, I told myself I would, after my workout, like I have been. But when you doze off, and don't work out until 12:30 in the morning...yeah, you're not going to write after that.
And yesterday? I vidya gamed for like, 3 hours before I went to bed. I didn't even workout. Which, because my boy is oh so good at being the Jillian Michaels in my life, I'm working out extra today. Ergo, gotta try and catch up for the two days I missed.
I really do let time get away from me. It's my worst habit of all time. And I know it will cause me stress later--either hating on myself, or letting that self-anger out on others, or just becoming a whirlwind of emotions...but I do it anyway.
Why? For starters, I really don't think I have this whole "make good decisions" thing down. Sure, I do something good here and there. But forming habits over time is not my strong suit. And I tell myself, yeah, I'll do it later. But then I don't. And things just settle into the way they were before.
It's why I'm still trying to lose weight, 5 years from starting on my journey. It's why I ended up having to donate my car to charity, because it was too far gone to feasibly get fixed (I'm sure that I could have, but the cost had by then exceeded what I could afford). It's why I often start journals and never finish them.
I suck at forming habits.
I know I'm not alone in this. There are people who make a living helping ne'er-do-wells like myself, who can't seem to get their ducks all in a row.
The sad thing is sometimes, I don't want to change. Even though I know I would be less stressed, and my life would be easier, sometimes I think, Well, I know how to play the 'Woe is me' card. I know this life. It's the "Better the enemy you know than the enemy you don't" sort-of problem.
Which, really, is kinda screwed up, that I would sometimes rather be miserable in the long run than happy.
In a weird way, I think it's misguided appropriation. I assume if I'm happy now, I will be happy later, and I give in to the instant gratification of (more often than not) being a bum. But when I see the over-loaded sink full of dishes, I realized how I picked the wrong decision. Again.
Of course, this causes problems with others, of which my boyfriend bears the brunt of. This weekend, we fought about my being too passive. I had gotten upset for no real reason (seriously), and I just became mopey. I wanted to play a game I have on the desktop, to make myself feel better/forget about the mopey-ness, but I didn't want to intrude on his own downtime by kicking him off [it's his computer, after all]. It got to a point to where we were yelling, and it basically came out that we don't want to bother the other one, or do something that may be seen as an inconvenience--mine being asking him to get off, his being preventing me from playing a game I wanted to.
My first instinct is always, don't rock the boat. If people are content, let them be. And while that's sometimes good advice, it can have the cost of suppressing your own wants and needs.
I often choose the easy way, to not rock the boat. But making a wave is how I grow and learn. Changing is how I get better.
So, I'll try to keep up with my blog better. I might be able to catch up today. Maybe.
At least I'll be working towards doing better.
Hi Samantha
So I'm not going to make excuses for not writing this weekend. I just didn't. On Saturday, I told myself I would, after my workout, like I have been. But when you doze off, and don't work out until 12:30 in the morning...yeah, you're not going to write after that.
And yesterday? I vidya gamed for like, 3 hours before I went to bed. I didn't even workout. Which, because my boy is oh so good at being the Jillian Michaels in my life, I'm working out extra today. Ergo, gotta try and catch up for the two days I missed.
I really do let time get away from me. It's my worst habit of all time. And I know it will cause me stress later--either hating on myself, or letting that self-anger out on others, or just becoming a whirlwind of emotions...but I do it anyway.
Why? For starters, I really don't think I have this whole "make good decisions" thing down. Sure, I do something good here and there. But forming habits over time is not my strong suit. And I tell myself, yeah, I'll do it later. But then I don't. And things just settle into the way they were before.
It's why I'm still trying to lose weight, 5 years from starting on my journey. It's why I ended up having to donate my car to charity, because it was too far gone to feasibly get fixed (I'm sure that I could have, but the cost had by then exceeded what I could afford). It's why I often start journals and never finish them.
I suck at forming habits.
I know I'm not alone in this. There are people who make a living helping ne'er-do-wells like myself, who can't seem to get their ducks all in a row.
The sad thing is sometimes, I don't want to change. Even though I know I would be less stressed, and my life would be easier, sometimes I think, Well, I know how to play the 'Woe is me' card. I know this life. It's the "Better the enemy you know than the enemy you don't" sort-of problem.
Which, really, is kinda screwed up, that I would sometimes rather be miserable in the long run than happy.
In a weird way, I think it's misguided appropriation. I assume if I'm happy now, I will be happy later, and I give in to the instant gratification of (more often than not) being a bum. But when I see the over-loaded sink full of dishes, I realized how I picked the wrong decision. Again.
Of course, this causes problems with others, of which my boyfriend bears the brunt of. This weekend, we fought about my being too passive. I had gotten upset for no real reason (seriously), and I just became mopey. I wanted to play a game I have on the desktop, to make myself feel better/forget about the mopey-ness, but I didn't want to intrude on his own downtime by kicking him off [it's his computer, after all]. It got to a point to where we were yelling, and it basically came out that we don't want to bother the other one, or do something that may be seen as an inconvenience--mine being asking him to get off, his being preventing me from playing a game I wanted to.
My first instinct is always, don't rock the boat. If people are content, let them be. And while that's sometimes good advice, it can have the cost of suppressing your own wants and needs.
I often choose the easy way, to not rock the boat. But making a wave is how I grow and learn. Changing is how I get better.
So, I'll try to keep up with my blog better. I might be able to catch up today. Maybe.
At least I'll be working towards doing better.