“…The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!”
- Robert Burns, To A Mouse.
I was going to use the first line of this excerpt of To A Mouse as a kind of clichéd introduction into how things aren’t going as planned, but then I read the whole thing. It’s actually really awesome – a scathing attack on man’s impact on nature together with a philosophical look at the pain and fear caused by our large frontal lobes.
Still not enough to stop me carrying on with this daft scheme, however.
How it’s going
Randomly is probably the best way of describing, which is why I looked for the quote. In my head, at the start of the month, it was going to be a little bit of everything every day, and it’ll all be done.
Nope. Not even close. I’m beginning to learn (despite the fact that this is about the hundredth time that life has tried bludgeoning me with this lesson) that I don’t work best to schedules. I get caught up in one thing, which becomes a kind of obsession that I can’t stop thinking about.
So, just do that thing until it’s finished and move on, right?
Yeah, this would be fine except I’m fucked up in the head. Basically, if I go at that thing full tilt I feel guilty because I’m not keeping up with all the other things that I’m supposed to be doing.
If I continue on my piecemeal approach, I feel rubbish because I’m not spending my time doing the task I really, really want to do and I end up doing pretty poor jobs on all of the things that aren’t this task.
Which is pretty damn stupid, right? Unfortunately, that seems to be the way my brain works. Doesn’t help that my first solution to the problem is to sack it all off and go out for a drink.
Alcohol may not be the answer, but at least it stops the question being asked.