Done This Week
May. 3rd, 2020 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksI look at this, and I can quantify the degree to which I'm still getting the same number of things done. Honestly, I'm getting more done, because I'm suddenly reading more and making time to play video games I like.
Which makes it weird that I feel like I'm not doing anything at all. Because I have the sneaking suspicion now that I have previously been worrying about things I need to do, browbeating myself about doing things, and perceiving that as productive work.
I've now given myself permission to do nothing in particular, especially on my weekends. The rules are that I must still email two particular friends on my normal schedule, I must keep up with Lake Lewisia, and I must keep up with my anchor sites (tumblr queue, 4thewords streak, and gratitude and plague journaling on DW). That's what I think of as being the minimum, the non-negotiable stuff.
Which, hm, is a lot more than I ever realized before the current events hit us.
In any case, if I do those things, everything else is irrelevant. That's been very freeing. But yeah, I've also realized that that's not any LESS than I had been doing before. I just felt way worse about it before now. So that's enlightening.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written--writing swings wildly between shockingly easy and monumentally difficult
Gratitude journaling: 35 new entries
Tumblr queue: 35 posts added
Day job: 41.75 hours, because so many jobs broke down one day that we left a bit early...
Cooking: crockpot chicken for the week, more biscuits on the weekend and some strawberry sauce for shortcakes
Reading: not a goddamn minute of my podfic, because they just keep making me train at work and it makes me sad... At some point, I'll start adding non-recorded reading that's happening, but that takes more effort for me to document.
Other: trip back to my hometown for mum's appointments--ugh
Which makes it weird that I feel like I'm not doing anything at all. Because I have the sneaking suspicion now that I have previously been worrying about things I need to do, browbeating myself about doing things, and perceiving that as productive work.
I've now given myself permission to do nothing in particular, especially on my weekends. The rules are that I must still email two particular friends on my normal schedule, I must keep up with Lake Lewisia, and I must keep up with my anchor sites (tumblr queue, 4thewords streak, and gratitude and plague journaling on DW). That's what I think of as being the minimum, the non-negotiable stuff.
Which, hm, is a lot more than I ever realized before the current events hit us.
In any case, if I do those things, everything else is irrelevant. That's been very freeing. But yeah, I've also realized that that's not any LESS than I had been doing before. I just felt way worse about it before now. So that's enlightening.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written--writing swings wildly between shockingly easy and monumentally difficult
Gratitude journaling: 35 new entries
Tumblr queue: 35 posts added
Day job: 41.75 hours, because so many jobs broke down one day that we left a bit early...
Cooking: crockpot chicken for the week, more biscuits on the weekend and some strawberry sauce for shortcakes
Reading: not a goddamn minute of my podfic, because they just keep making me train at work and it makes me sad... At some point, I'll start adding non-recorded reading that's happening, but that takes more effort for me to document.
Other: trip back to my hometown for mum's appointments--ugh
