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I’m stuck in standby mode while waiting to go out for the day Reader, and sending this email is the only task my brain wants me to do right now. We’re going to a video games festival. It’s only a 30-minute drive away and we like to go towards the end of the day and stay for the last couple of hours when things tend to be a little quieter. So last night, as I was planning how I thought Saturday would go, I could see I had a lovely 3-4 hour chunk to dedicate to work before we went out. I made a to-do list based on my priorities and went to bed feeling confident that when I woke in the morning, I could launch myself into being productive. But that’s not how my brain works. Now it’s Saturday morning and all I can think about is that I will be leaving the house and going to this event later. That thought is so huge and dominating in my brain space that there is almost no room for anything else. I already know this is how my brain behaves on Going Out Days. But I forgot, and planned a day around how I wish my brain would work (giving me focus and productivity on demand). It’s not that I can’t be productive at all - but in this standby state of ‘filling-time-before-leaving-house’ I need to let my brain choose what it’s willing to pay attention to, I can’t just hand it a to-do list and insist it focuses on task #1. And what my brain wanted to do was send you this unplanned email on a Saturday morning to say:
Riiiiiighhhht, what am I gonna do with the next two hours? |
The Comfy Business Newsletter | Laura
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