..'ooh, don't you want to save me?
Cos I need saving. I may not be wicked ( in any sense of the word), but I am most certainly lazy, for in the four days since my last post no progress has been made at all on any challenges. Zip, zilch, nada, nothing; a big fat bagel.
In mitigation, the aftermath of Tuesday's exam has been one of a willingness to totally relax. Granted, this hasn't been helped by a monster workload in the office, but if I'm honest I just feel totally zonked at the moment. Not necessarily in a bad way, but I've spent so much time and energy keeping busy, doing and achieving things, working long hours, studying, exercising and socialising that twelve weeks of six hours sleep is finally catching up on me. Forgive me?
....well, you shouldn't, cos this is exactly the sort of rubbish excuses I've spent much of my life trotting out. There's always a reason not to have done things, always other things going on, always mitigating circumstances to fall back on. The new me is supposed to be a machine; one for whom achievement is a daily occurence, not a once in a blue moon phenomenon. So, chastise me, abuse me, heckle me and give me the verbal flogging I deserve (and no, this is not meant in a pervy way).
Standards are slipping, I'm falling back into my old ways. Don't let me do this! I have too much to do, so many things to achieve and a long way to go before I am truly that automaton. I will be a giant...I just need the odd prod; so prod away chums!
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