After a full day of presenting, writing is the last thing I feel like doing right now. All I want to do is relax and wind down.
Instead, I’m writing.
I’m writing, not because I want to write but because I want to go to sleep. If I don’t keep tapping away on these little black squares I’ll still be here at midnight.
And as much as that sounds like some sort of self-flagellation, it’s not. Instead, it’s how I pack more into my day and increase my tempo.
I want to do more, not less.
I use deadlines as the motivation to do more and work faster. That sense of urgency gets me out of my head and into production mode. It denies me the time in which I’d mull things over and feel sorry for myself.
With a deadline approaching there’s no choice but to do that which is important and to get things done.
