Today I decided was going to be a productive Sunday. I even had a 'to do' list with several things I was going to work on. These included:
1. Writing a post for this blog on my favourite skincare products of all time.
2. Reading a beauty book which was going to be inspiration for another book myself and a fellow journalist were planning to write.
3. Reading a few chapters of Peter Ackroyd's 'London - The Biography' which will hopefully make me more culturally aware of the city I live in and give me some inspiration for the Epic Novel I'm one day going to write.
4. Writing two short news pieces due in next week.
5. Starting some background reading for my MA course that I'm going to start in a few weeks' time.
6. Going to a Ballates class
7. Tidying my room and de-cluttering my shelves
Needless to say, I've done 0 of these proposed tasks. My actual day has consisted of:
1. Drinking tea
2. Watching the end of Eat, Pray, Love (not a great film, but the scenery/Javier Bardem is nice to look at)
3. Drinking more tea
4. Buying an overpriced aubergine salad
5. Eating nearly a whole packet of cheddar and pistachio biscuits from Ottolenghi
6. Reading all of two pages of Peter Ackroyd's 'London - The Biography' and falling asleep on the sofa.
7. Waking up and making some tea.
Sometimes you can start the day with the best of intentions, but have not one single ounce of motivation whatsoever. And then you spend the rest of the day beating yourself up about being a useless member of society. You desperately try to start tasks then get frustrated and not finish them, in a vain attempt to have done something productive come 9pm. Then you start spiralling into self-doubt 'well, I'm never going to succeed at anything if I don't push myself/spend my days faffing about like this etc, etc.'
This is what I found tricky about being a student, and later being a freelance journalist working from home. But sometimes it's just worth accepting that there will be days where your mind just wants to do naff all, and you'd rather loaf about than try and find a solution for world peace. Yes it's great to have those productive days where you wake up with the sun, head off to that spinning class, get home bright eyed and bushy tailed and spend the rest of the day at a high level of productivity, feeling on top of the world. But sometimes, complete lack of motivation is your mind and body's way of telling you that you need to chill the f*ck out.
You're not an automaton and you sometimes need the lazy, non-productive days to take stock and recharge your batteries. Also some of the best ideas can come about from lazing around - think of Isaac Newton chilling out under that tree and discovering gravity, after an apple hit him on the head... I'm not saying slobbing out on the sofa is going to win me a Nobel prize, but it's healthy to have days where you give your mind and body a break. I think living in a big city and not having children to look after makes you feel pressurised to spend your free time working towards something, or expanding your cultural horizons, or hitting the gym, or socialising.
But in a way, it's like when you can't get to sleep and start panicking about it - the best solution to just lie there/go and watch some dodgy foreign film on TV and not get worked up about it. In the same way, sometimes it's necessary to embrace one's inner slob, make yourself a cup of tea and not feel like a complete failure. Self-love and self-acceptance comes in many guises after all.
1. Writing a post for this blog on my favourite skincare products of all time.
2. Reading a beauty book which was going to be inspiration for another book myself and a fellow journalist were planning to write.
3. Reading a few chapters of Peter Ackroyd's 'London - The Biography' which will hopefully make me more culturally aware of the city I live in and give me some inspiration for the Epic Novel I'm one day going to write.
4. Writing two short news pieces due in next week.
5. Starting some background reading for my MA course that I'm going to start in a few weeks' time.
6. Going to a Ballates class
7. Tidying my room and de-cluttering my shelves
Needless to say, I've done 0 of these proposed tasks. My actual day has consisted of:
1. Drinking tea
2. Watching the end of Eat, Pray, Love (not a great film, but the scenery/Javier Bardem is nice to look at)
3. Drinking more tea
4. Buying an overpriced aubergine salad
5. Eating nearly a whole packet of cheddar and pistachio biscuits from Ottolenghi
6. Reading all of two pages of Peter Ackroyd's 'London - The Biography' and falling asleep on the sofa.
7. Waking up and making some tea.
Sometimes you can start the day with the best of intentions, but have not one single ounce of motivation whatsoever. And then you spend the rest of the day beating yourself up about being a useless member of society. You desperately try to start tasks then get frustrated and not finish them, in a vain attempt to have done something productive come 9pm. Then you start spiralling into self-doubt 'well, I'm never going to succeed at anything if I don't push myself/spend my days faffing about like this etc, etc.'
This is what I found tricky about being a student, and later being a freelance journalist working from home. But sometimes it's just worth accepting that there will be days where your mind just wants to do naff all, and you'd rather loaf about than try and find a solution for world peace. Yes it's great to have those productive days where you wake up with the sun, head off to that spinning class, get home bright eyed and bushy tailed and spend the rest of the day at a high level of productivity, feeling on top of the world. But sometimes, complete lack of motivation is your mind and body's way of telling you that you need to chill the f*ck out.
You're not an automaton and you sometimes need the lazy, non-productive days to take stock and recharge your batteries. Also some of the best ideas can come about from lazing around - think of Isaac Newton chilling out under that tree and discovering gravity, after an apple hit him on the head... I'm not saying slobbing out on the sofa is going to win me a Nobel prize, but it's healthy to have days where you give your mind and body a break. I think living in a big city and not having children to look after makes you feel pressurised to spend your free time working towards something, or expanding your cultural horizons, or hitting the gym, or socialising.
But in a way, it's like when you can't get to sleep and start panicking about it - the best solution to just lie there/go and watch some dodgy foreign film on TV and not get worked up about it. In the same way, sometimes it's necessary to embrace one's inner slob, make yourself a cup of tea and not feel like a complete failure. Self-love and self-acceptance comes in many guises after all.
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