I was under the impression that once you follow your schedule for the day, you would be able to claim, at the end pf the day, that you have done something.
23 days ago, I decided to do a personal experiment. I started a schedule of sorts that I have to follow for the whole day.In that schedule, my day begins at 3:00 AM. 30 minutes of the first part of the day would be spent on reflection and all that meditation hoopla. At 7:00 AM, my work day would begin and would end at exactly 11:00 AM. Lunch was expected to go on until 12:30. After that, my workday would continue until 5:00 PM. The period between 5:00 PM to 7:00 PM is for house chores and dinner and the kids (I have no kids, just a lot of younger brothers and sisters). 7:00 PM to 8:00 PM is for my so-called scholarly pursuits. 8:30 to 9:00 is set aside for reflections and prayer before bedtime, which is 9:00 PM.
I planned to follow this routine for two months. I heard that it takes a month or two to change old habits. I was a creature of ungoverned habits before. I do things when I feel like doing them. I don't do them when I forget them. And it is just so easy to forget a lot of things when you are preoccupied with too many thoughts and ideas at a time. Thank God I have ALS to pour most of my restless energy in.
Anyway, after 23 days, I realized and learned that I can only do four serious projects for a day. My creative juices will only allow me a maximum of one project per two hours and a break of an hour or thirty minutes. By project, I mean outputs like sessions guides, session materials, reports, and proposals and all that.
Without physical exertion, my mental brakes would start clamoring. My mind would start demanding for a meaningful pause in its struggle for the perfection.
Now, I no longer cling to that silly schedule. I decided to start living my life. (That was after watching 3 idiots.
Rancho said: Follow excellence and success will chase you. In everything I do nowadays, I only think about doing my best in whatever it is that I have to do.
I do not concern myself on perfection anymore. Perfection was the cause of my tendency to put off doing something.
Without that constant fear for imperfection and rejection, I started living. Every time I feel that I have erred, I just tell myself....All is well.
No, it does not solve my problem. But it gives me courage to face it.
