Yesterday (remember yesterday?) I had a goal. It was a report the Boss had requested, and I wanted to get it to him before the weekend. That project kept me focused most of the day, and it kept me from spending more hours than I could afford on the Internet, at a time when the Internet seemed like something Iíd just discovered (or invented).
Today was a different story. I do have work to do, more of it than I can even catalog in one column of my to-do list, but you know me and deadlines. If there isnít one, I donít feel the urgency, and I tend to pull back from that gung ho attitude for which Iím known far and wide. Or not.
About halfway through the day I realized I wasnít getting anything done, and that Iíd have to start soon or Iíd be working the whole holiday weekend. About two-thirds of the way through the day, the prospect of working a couple of hours Saturday didnít seem so bad. About three-quarters of the way through the day, I almost mustered enough ambition to get started on something that I wouldnít have been able to finish. Dodged that bullet, for sure.
By the end of the day, I was thinking that most of what I thought I had to do today could easily be put off until Monday. After all, thereís no mail pickup or delivery Saturday and Sunday, so anything I did this weekend would be a waste of precious time better devoted to lounging in front of the radio (because Saturdayís Giants game wonít be televised, and thereís no way Iím getting up early enough to watch Venus and Serena). Itís not hard to rationalize when youíre this highly motivated.