Have you ever had a schedule and felt strongly motivated to stick to it only to have a talkative aunt you haven’t seen in 5 years drop by? Or your cat go missing? Or get a… you get the drift.
I haven’t done a blog or a video—vlog or talkshop thing is months!
So I figured I need to manage my time better since a lot of it was probably getting wasted.
But though I created a schedule, sticking to bits of it is hard, hard, hard. I have one day a week, for 3 hrs to write a blog for that week. And as Rob Rooker says, I always have something to say. Still…
The last two Fridays—that’s when I have this blog-writing time—I sat down, started to write something, then didn’t. I got uninspired by maybe the 2nd or 3rd paragraph.
How come, I ask myself?
And now it’s Saturday evening at the time when I’m scheduled to be writing stuff for Wattpad (and I’ve kind of given up on blogging, sort of, for now) but instead? I’m writing a blog post.
Why, why, why?
The schedule goes plonk
First you decide that between 6 and 8 pm on Wednesdays you’re going to write a sci-fi novella. You have the idea, you have the energy, you have the desire—the, you know, motivation. It’s all good.
Fast forward to the next Wednesday at 5.45 pm: You’re all revving to go. And when 6 comes, yes, you’re doing it! After some weeks what beautiful progress. Productivity feels great. It’s its own reward, you blissfully tell yourself.
Flashback to the day you crafted the oh-so-useful schedule: So you’ve got a block from 8 pm to 10, when you chill and get ready for bed…. What, pray tell, will you put there? You remember you’ve got a Complete Works Of Shakespeare you picked up in that second-hand shop. So…”I’ll read Shakespeare” you say in triumph.
Flash forward to Wednesday: Yeah your novella’s coming along swimmingly, now it’s time to read that thick volume of archaic English. Yay. Suddenly you realize you need to cook. Or shop. Or call your sister and talk for 1 and a half hours.
The idea, the energy, the desire
I think this is where my schedule is working in parts and failing in others. I can have ideas and feel the physical energy to realize those ideas, but if I don’t have the desire, I can’t get it up to do what the schedule says I should be doing. That desire factor is like the secret spice to doing anything.
Without it, progress, and schedules, go ka-plonk (as with a splash they fall into bottomless sea of undoing, undone).
Schedule things you want to do, Sherlock
Or at least things you need to do, things you’ve promised and are obligated to do. (If you have a fairly well-baked character, that tiny modicum of integrity and self-respect that makes you halfway reliable, you do things because you promised to.)
If it’s something you’re doing for yourself however, to fulfill a personal ambition or satiate an interest, you’ll find you need a different medicine. Obligation not present, just it being a good idea isn’t enough.
The answer that I lost
What I need to do with these ka-plonky bits of malfunctioning schedule, is to examine the activity itself. Why do I want to do it? (Note: it’s a good idea, it’s useful, it’s healthy—these are unacceptable answers.)
Why do I want to blog? What’s my specific desired outcome? Am I trying to woo a lover? To impress a group I belong to? To make supplementary income for that trip to Europe? (Good motives all, BTW….)
So if you’ve got something you want to do and you can’t ever seem to follow through, you probably need a stronger motivating goal. The donkey’s carrot and the Pooh-bear’s honey—that’s what you (read, I) need.
Good night and boa sorte, minha amiga, meu amigo