More and more, we're finding it easy to get engaged with activities that feel like work, but aren't. I can appear just as engaged (and probably enjoy some of the same endorphins) when I beat someone in Words With Friends as I do when I'm writing the chapter for a new book.
This morning I was so desperate to avoid the two articles I have to write by Thursday that I finally got round to tidying my office - something I've been putting off for a year. Already thrown out two giant purple garbage bags of rubbish and have amassed a huge amount of recycled paper for my little one to draw on. I told myself it was because I was looking for the PIN/PUK codes for my two Vodacom modems, but in truth I just didn't want to face the day.
Tweeting. All my other non-deadline work. Invoicing. Meal planning, shopping, cooking. Absolutely have to make Nutella ice cream right now!
Play Scrabble or Word Twist online. Rearrange wines in my wine cellar; read Facebook (constantly); do exactly this... respond to non-essential, non-work-related emails so that I don't have to work...
Put on my running shoes and go for a hike. Plunge into household activities: doing laundry, brushing cat hair off couch, grocery shopping, baking muffins, or staring out the window in the hope that motivation hits me with a hammer.
The funniest thing I ever did - at varsity when I was supposed to be studying - was wash the leaves of an indoor plant with a wet lappie. It was only halfway through that I realised that it only seemed important because the alternative was to park my bum on the chair and study.
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