|My Luna kitty snoozing on my freshly made bed.|
For example: the chores I set up for myself. I get started on them and… my nature takes hold. When I get started on a project, I have a REALLY hard time stopping. So when I started filing a few days ago, I couldn’t make myself quit. After two long days of 8-9 hours or so each of filing, plus another day off and on, I finally stopped. Another evening of filing, and I'm finally done. (I did say it had been years since I’ve done my filing...yeesh. I will NEVER let it get that bad again!) I’m a bit filed out at the moment, and nursing some serious hangnails. After a while I had to file with a bandage on my thumb because the paper kept nicking me. War wounds, I tell you…
And then last night I was up until 4 in the morning reading Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, because my daughter had checked it out of her library and it was due back. I had been reading around 60 pages of it a day or so and had gotten to page 324 when my daughter informed me of this. So I stayed up and finished the darn thing. I read about 570 pages last night total, counting the stuff I read before she got home yesterday.
Bleah. Staying up late like that, reading a Harry Potter book seriously screws up my schedule.
So my natural inclination to be obsessive about finishing tasks tends to take over and completely ruins my schedule. But, I soldier on anyway and I’m still trying to carry out my thirty day challenges.
This month I have made my bed every single day since my room got rearranged. It wasn’t one of my challenges, but it is a side effect of me getting all motivated, and nothing I ever thought about doing. But since my room looks so nice and organized now, I feel guilty if I don’t make it.
When the side effects of the challenges (like making my bed) distract me from time to time, I don’t much mind the distractions. They’re nice, too. I get shit done!