Like the five minutes before I'm supposed to leave to get to a meeting or audition on time. I get a crazy amount done then, often taking it to several minutes past the time I'm supposed to leave. Because getting somewhere early is a total waste of time, and if you don't have that gut-wrenching feeling on the bus or the el, watching the clock and willing the train or bus forward and absolutely agonizing when the dude in the wheelchair gets on ... well then, it's just not a commute.
It also happens when I have tasks on my to-do list I don't want to tackle. My to-do list has three columns: work-work, performance stuff, and life stuff. Today I doubled the number of tasks in the life-stuff category, getting most of the additions done, but at the expense of the original items.
Suddenly this morning it became inexplicably urgent that I rotate my mattress and wash all the dust-mite covers (which allegedly keep allergens in the mattress and pillows at bay). Well, I guess it was somewhat explicable. My allergies have been bad this summer and I was just at the doctor this week, so I guess that's where that comes from. But it's crazy how when these ideas pop into my head they become so massively urgent.
Sure, it does make you feel productive -- at least in the short-term. But at the end of the day there are still those niggling unchecked tasks staring back at you. And likely to reappear on next week's list ...
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