Why am I procrastinating so? It's not my style. When I have a report to write for work, I get it done and out the door. So why is it that I've let three unwritten reports collect over my head like so many dark clouds for weeks?
It's not that they'll be difficult; they're not long reports. And no one's asking me for them; I think I usually get things done a lot faster than other people, so my productivity standard is high and probably a little out of whack.
But these things aside, why? Am I getting better at chilling out and not being so frantic about completing tasks? Maybe. Perhaps the past few months (year and a half?) are finally getting the better of me and I'm too burned out to push myself right now. I am really not sure.
It's not like I'm watching TV or reading by the fire in the evenings. There's always so much to do that it's incredibly easy to keep busy doing other things. Things that legitimately need doing. Anything but work.
When I talked to Matt about this last night, his comment was, "Well, it doesn't look like the wheels are falling off the bus."
He's right. The wheels aren't falling off the bus.
I just know I'll be happier when these things are done.
And yet I'm not doing them.