Being organized is the awesomest. But It doesn't happen all the time. We fall off the meticulously categorized planning wagon and get sucked into the shit tornado of options, possibilities and cripplingly infinite opportunities. When this happens, it's likely you'll turn into a gross troll of hate for everything and lose all motivation for anything. This can be especially disastrous if you are a self employed, home office worker.
Working from home sounds glamourous but when you're a normal human like me, not some non stop productivity monster like Timothy Ferris or Elon Musk, it can quickly become a gruesome affair.
Here's a day that happened last week. It was NOT the first time this day happened to me. In fact, I had so many days like this that I felt like I was living in a 90's Bill Murray movie (it sounds great but it's totally horrible).
Here's what could likely happen if you work from home and think you don't need to be organized.
Wake up early. Promise self to stretch and drink litre of water. Nobody to make you to do it. Opt in stead for reading online content, getting "news" from Friendbook, and going down "relevant" rabbit hole on youtube for at least one hour.
Make hot beverage. Feel shitty and sluggish from lack of hydration and body movement. Plan productivity by making todo list.
Begin tackling list. Promise self to not check emails until 11:00. Break promise immediately and check emails. Feel sick about not replying to emails right away. Think about all the things that need to get done over the next 10 years. Start replying to emails, completely ignoring day plan that was made just minutes ago. Get distracted by laundry.
Make breakfast. Think about all the things in the universe. Contemplate life's purpose.
Realize productivity not happening and must enter outside world to get out of gremlin suit. De-Quasimodo-ify posture, put on real clothing, throw things when can't find favourite shirt.
Become deeply involved in conundrum about which coffee shop to go to - the cool one with the sun and bike ride away which requires helmet, or the shady, hidden closet cafe with no wifi but just a short jaunt away.
Stand in front of mirror and reflect that hair looks like a dehydrated, recently deceased bird. Local, dark coffee shoppe becoming better option. But the sunshine! And need wifi. Fuck.
So, ok, fix hair and decide to go to hip, sunny coffee shop. Oh, shirt has a stain on it. No energy for making new outfit. Hate wardrobe.
Maybe should have lunch first because already 11:30 and should eat salad, not double chocolate cookie. Maybe go to the closet coffee shoppe with no wifi and do offline work for an hour and then come back home to finish up and eat salad.
Realize gym not happening today. Hate self. Must change shirt. Stand outside in state of paralysis going over pros and cons of all options available. Get mad and frustrated that time is now 11:45 and no work has been done and no decision has been made. Go back in house.
Stand in state of paralysis in kitchen.
Stand on back porch looking at garden. Run into and curse friendly neighbour. Feel boiling hate for good samaritan bullshit. Decide everything neighbour does is stupid, invasive and annoying. Go back inside, talk to self, and stew about all annoying things neighbour does.
Talk to self in mirror. Realize that self is actually fucking crazy and never going to accomplish anything. Contemplate taking up alcoholism or relocating to the desert.
Change mind and in stead opt for sunshiny cafe downtown.
Get mad at everything on the way there.
Feel no joy at breeze in hair, green trees or puppies on sidewalk. Find a dozen things to be irritated at in the 10 minutes it takes to arrive at said coffee shoppe.
Order coffee thing. Sit in sunshine. Run into friend/acquaintance. Feel some sort of pleasantness at seeing them. Be forced to interact with other humans. Smile and stuff. Drink coffee. Eat cookie. Sit in sunshine. Feel gremlin scales sloughing off.
Fall in love with life. Write article with fervent passion.
Consider co-workspace membership.