I pretend I’m two hours away from having to be at the airport to take a flight and I haven’t even started packing. Once I’m in that mindset, all the fog lifts, and I can see clearly. Every task is done to completion. I remember where I put (almost) everything. It feels like I’m flying.
I’ve had too many dreams where I was in that situation, and no matter how many times I did the math in my head I just couldn’t work it out to where I could get to the airport on time.
In real life, I’m neurotic about flights. Like I’ll show up four hours early and still have anxiety until I’m on the plane. So those dreams are just cruel and unnecessary.
Reading your “advice” makes me sick to my stomach, recalling experiences that I never even had and only dreamed of having.
Like it was so bad, it burnt out my anxiety about deadlines and I became so dysfunctional because I just couldn’t care about doing anything on time anymore, the anxiety was so bad that it broke my ability to even care in the first place…
Dang that sucks man. And pretty crazy that it has the opposite effect on you! It’s not intended as any sort of “advice” though. This is just one of the things I do to trick myself into hyper productive mode. It’s amazing what I can accomplish once that last-minute-panic inspiration hits. The hard part for me is breaking through the barriers where that inspiration lies.
I pretend I’m two hours away from having to be at the airport to take a flight and I haven’t even started packing. Once I’m in that mindset, all the fog lifts, and I can see clearly. Every task is done to completion. I remember where I put (almost) everything. It feels like I’m flying.
I’ve had too many dreams where I was in that situation, and no matter how many times I did the math in my head I just couldn’t work it out to where I could get to the airport on time.
In real life, I’m neurotic about flights. Like I’ll show up four hours early and still have anxiety until I’m on the plane. So those dreams are just cruel and unnecessary.
Reading your “advice” makes me sick to my stomach, recalling experiences that I never even had and only dreamed of having.
Like it was so bad, it burnt out my anxiety about deadlines and I became so dysfunctional because I just couldn’t care about doing anything on time anymore, the anxiety was so bad that it broke my ability to even care in the first place…
Dang that sucks man. And pretty crazy that it has the opposite effect on you! It’s not intended as any sort of “advice” though. This is just one of the things I do to trick myself into hyper productive mode. It’s amazing what I can accomplish once that last-minute-panic inspiration hits. The hard part for me is breaking through the barriers where that inspiration lies.
Fuck, I’m going to try that. Thanks!