Older, but no wiser
Andy Borrows' musings on life and all its confusion, contradictions, richness and opportunities
Monday, October 30, 2006
Seizure
This is happening far too often. Something at work that ought to be a simple task and I’m totally incapable of taking useful action to complete it - or even to start it. I fidget and fret and try to think, but my brain just refuses to function in any kind of structured way.
The latest instance of this ought to be laughably simple – a 10 minute job, no more, to write a few words for a briefing document, describing the progress of a particular project. But its like trying to pick up a bar of soap from the floor of the shower whilst wearing boxing gloves. I only have to touch the edge of a thought and it scoots away from me, leaving me empty handed – and empty headed. Whichever way I look, thoughts, ideas, words fly away when they see me coming; I’m surrounded by a void.
This short paragraph is going to take me all day to write – and I have to do it today – yet I still have an overloaded task list…
Update: Its done. Looks so simple now; it would be worth trying to analyse just what was causing the block.
Update 2: That paragraph I was sweating over so much just got me a compliment on being able to write good English... Oh well, I guess the sweat was worth it... But why do I put myself through it all?
The latest instance of this ought to be laughably simple – a 10 minute job, no more, to write a few words for a briefing document, describing the progress of a particular project. But its like trying to pick up a bar of soap from the floor of the shower whilst wearing boxing gloves. I only have to touch the edge of a thought and it scoots away from me, leaving me empty handed – and empty headed. Whichever way I look, thoughts, ideas, words fly away when they see me coming; I’m surrounded by a void.
This short paragraph is going to take me all day to write – and I have to do it today – yet I still have an overloaded task list…
Update: Its done. Looks so simple now; it would be worth trying to analyse just what was causing the block.
Update 2: That paragraph I was sweating over so much just got me a compliment on being able to write good English... Oh well, I guess the sweat was worth it... But why do I put myself through it all?
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