Productivity

Productivity

So, I dunno what it is about being busy, but I feel like I want to write more when I am.  Let me explain.  No, there is too much, let me sum up.  Whenever I have tasks delegated for me to do, like random chores of work or homework or tasks or what not, I always want to write instead.  And I often find that instead of writing during my “free” time, I often write during my “Not-so-free” time.

That there’s a problem.

I dunno what it is.  Is it my brain telling me to follow my passions and do what I love first?  If so, then how come I never seem to do it whenever I actually want to?  Or I stare at my screen for hours on end, but of course the moment I get up to do the laundry or make that important phone call I get pricked by inspiration.

Now, I know the term is usually struck by inspiration, rather than pricked by inspiration.  Being struck on inspiration sometimes happens.  During my restless nights staring up at the ceiling or the constant hours I spend walking I can find myself lost in story after story after story after story.  (Side note: maybe that’s why I can’t sleep at night, my brain is having far too much fun in imagination fun land.)  But getting pricked by inspiration is like an itch I just can’t scratch.  It’s a little idea that hits me and I want to develop it further, but of course I can’t do that when I have laundry or dishes or reading or whatnot to do.

Thus begins my dilemma.  Do I be a good adult and do the adult things I have to do?  Or do I follow my passion and this little prickling itch and get what I want done, done?  I can tell you right now that my self will isn’t the strongest thing in the world by a long shot.  Often enough I forget to do the basic things as I feed the ravenous hunger inside of me to create and to do.  And other times I set aside the creativity and get the adulting done.

I’ll let you decide which one is more prevalent.

So of course right now I’m busy.  Not super busy by any stretch of the imagination, but I have a fair amount of crap I have to wallow through each day before I can rest “easy” that night.  And of course because I’m busy I want to write and create and do more than before.  Trying to find a right balance for that and for the other million little things in my life I’m trying to do isn’t easy.  In fact, it’s impossible.  How can I go against two sides of myself?  How can I face off against my inner passions and my inner reason?

Good luck with that.  Once you let me know I can do that I’m going to be struggling until I break over what I need to do and what I want to do and everything in between.