Fie on emotions
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valis2I've been on an even keel for awhile now, happily moving forward, but now I find that I'm back in a very flat sea. I'm feeling very unhappy about everything, and it probably stems from a small issue at work that I took to heart, as I always did.
Believe me, I tried so VERY hard not to. I really did. Unfortunately, it continued past the shake-it-off stage. I have been trying to shake it off all day (and all last night), but somehow I feel like a little child who's done something wrong, and at the same time I feel like I didn't do anything wrong and I am being misunderstood. And it's such a small issue, indeed.
The problem is--perfectionism, hypersensitivity, overreacting, and magnification. I have so little stress at my day job that it's ridiculous. Seriously. So my rational brain wants to simply discard it as, well, the tiny thing that it is, and continue forward.
Unfortunately, I've regressed back into my old habits re: work at home. I accomplished very little. And very little over Easter weekend. And now I'm starting to feel the scary dread panic rising. It's very frustrating that I have many things to do--and a lot of them involve the computer, damnit--and yet I just sit here and refresh my flist, or play Battle for Middle Earth.
When I come back from trips, I'm motivated, I'm focused, I get things done. But the longer I stay home, the more I goof off. I do the things which must be done, but not much more. I always have clean clothes and the eBay listings go up; but the eBay listings are never improved, I never work out a nice HTML background/frame, I never get around to finishing my policy writeup...you get the picture. And today I had several things I could have done to make it easier for me in the coming month, and I didn't do any of them.
I'm just crashing, and the little work issue is a straw of sorts on top of the straws I've already piled. What I hate is that it fuels itself. I'll be home all day tomorrow, and I will loaf, while hating that I'm loafing, and yet loving the loafing. My list journal has been completely neglected and I'm back to square one, which means making lists when I'm not home. Which is counterproductive. I need to make lists and revise lists while I'm home.
I just feel blue. And it's so silly. I'm alive, after all, and I have many things to be happy about. But I just have these moments where I'm very much wah.
Thank goodness I can share it with you, flist. Just putting it into words helps.
Believe me, I tried so VERY hard not to. I really did. Unfortunately, it continued past the shake-it-off stage. I have been trying to shake it off all day (and all last night), but somehow I feel like a little child who's done something wrong, and at the same time I feel like I didn't do anything wrong and I am being misunderstood. And it's such a small issue, indeed.
The problem is--perfectionism, hypersensitivity, overreacting, and magnification. I have so little stress at my day job that it's ridiculous. Seriously. So my rational brain wants to simply discard it as, well, the tiny thing that it is, and continue forward.
Unfortunately, I've regressed back into my old habits re: work at home. I accomplished very little. And very little over Easter weekend. And now I'm starting to feel the scary dread panic rising. It's very frustrating that I have many things to do--and a lot of them involve the computer, damnit--and yet I just sit here and refresh my flist, or play Battle for Middle Earth.
When I come back from trips, I'm motivated, I'm focused, I get things done. But the longer I stay home, the more I goof off. I do the things which must be done, but not much more. I always have clean clothes and the eBay listings go up; but the eBay listings are never improved, I never work out a nice HTML background/frame, I never get around to finishing my policy writeup...you get the picture. And today I had several things I could have done to make it easier for me in the coming month, and I didn't do any of them.
I'm just crashing, and the little work issue is a straw of sorts on top of the straws I've already piled. What I hate is that it fuels itself. I'll be home all day tomorrow, and I will loaf, while hating that I'm loafing, and yet loving the loafing. My list journal has been completely neglected and I'm back to square one, which means making lists when I'm not home. Which is counterproductive. I need to make lists and revise lists while I'm home.
I just feel blue. And it's so silly. I'm alive, after all, and I have many things to be happy about. But I just have these moments where I'm very much wah.
Thank goodness I can share it with you, flist. Just putting it into words helps.
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Date: 2008-03-28 04:12 pm (UTC)Hmm...last year in August, I think.
Maybe you need to declare one day per week to be an official 'day of rest'.
Wow. That really is a great idea.
*thinks and thinks*
If I spend too many days in a row working then my level of accomplishment each day starts dropping - instead of finishing another project, I start goofing off.
That is exactly what happens here, too. This is really good advice. Really good advice. And I think my inner child is doing the same thing--she wants to play! haha!
I'm going to start seeing if I can do that. Because my problem seems to be the guilt factor--just like you, there are always things to be done. And I'm to the point where I think that any time I spend doing nothing is a waste, and that I should be doing x, y, and z...it's a trap, honestly.
Thank you so much--you always have something so interesting and relevant to add. You really understand my lifestyle so well.
*giant hugs*