After last week’s surprise blog post, I literally stopped thinking about writing again. I bet this would be a very interesting example of procrastination for psychologists and behavioral scientists, but not so much for me. Once avoiding to keep up a streak becomes a habit, doing anything constructive is hard.

I wonder how I was able to stay night after night to write diary and practice sketch. A bit Googling says it has got to do something with having fun while working. Many hardworking person I came to know acknowledged the fact that they enjoyed their work, hence they were always motivated to do it. A few other explained how a long term goal is the best motivator for them. This goal might not be related to their personal goals though. For example, I know a few classmates who spend most of their time not because they love to study or they really want to get a good result, but because their parents would be proud of them. In a way that is a goal, but it has to be considered to be a secondary goal rather than a primary one.

It doesn’t matter to people like me, who have the memory of gold fishes who every now and then forget why they entered a room. This is the reason you need to make a full fledged to do list when you start something. I am thinking of adding blogging to my Trello GTD board, although I don’t follow that either since I am a chronic procrastinator. I guess I will get the proof tomorrow morning because by the end of the day I will have another post ready. I have to admit writing my thoughts down do help relax.

Writing for myself

It’s 1:49AM and I can’t sleep. It’s a very usual thing for me, I guess. I have developed this habit of staying up at night a few years ago. I don’t really remember how I got this habit, surely not from studying. I used to talk to people on Facebook and other sites, especially foreigners who live in places with 12 hours of time difference. After a while I realized I didn’t need more than 4 hours of sleep a day. Well, that realization might be wrong but at that time when the habit was sinking into my daily routine, it seemed ingenious.

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