I don’t know about you, but on some days I have a frightening lack of motivation to do anything whatsoever.
I’m sitting here chomping carrots, feeling fat and watching strange videos, completely ignoring the fact that I have a college/uni interview next week to prepare for as well as a language oral on Thursday that counts for 10% of my final grade.
I know I really ought to work, that this is The Right Time to get things done and a part of me tells me that I’ll regret it if I don’t do anything; then the second I risk a glance at the ominous pile of work sitting on my table, every fibre of my being screams in protest. Which invariably leads to me being in a situation where a niggling part of my brain goes “I told you to do your work earlier”.
Possible the most annoying bit is that because I have the nagging feeling that I should be doing homework, I stay at home. This is followed by a day of procrastination, in which I never get any work done, so it turns out that there was no point staying at home anyway and the whole day gets wasted.
Well guess what. I just want to spend ages outdoors frolicking in pretty meadows in the sunshine with some friends and my boyfriend, and then an afternoon running down a beach and swimming, then a next part of the day playing with fluffy animals, and then a warm quiet evening chatting around a campfire with apple juice and marshmallows and sandwiches and pizza and all things bright and edible.
On the other hand, I think it may simply be lack of exercise. I always find that after swimming, I feel like doing lots and lots of work. I have no idea why 😛 I stopped swimming since Christmas, so it’s been a while…time to get healthy – I’m going to join a swimming session on Wednesday!