Every couple of months the same synapse that makes me think, “there has to be a better use for my time,” strikes. Today just happens to be that day. It’s not so much that having time wasted bothers me; it’s knowing that it could have been wasted in a myriad of other ways — possibilities that may never come to pass again. Didn’t particularly doing much of anything, that could be considered productive this weekend, but the bars were avoided. when you’re living off of a loan, that’s probably for the best. There were many things that could have been done, that need to be done, that just weren’t done; few papers, some projects, side projects, and some other things forgotten. Could be describe as sort of lacking motivation, but it has to be more like writers block for getting things done or actually planning any outings with people. More or less, the lack of motivation extends to my wanting to call people up, see what they’re doing and hang out. If someone stops by, or calls me, that’s fine; but, the section of my brain that drive me to plan activities went on hiatus for now. Pretty sure if something new or exciting came my way it might motivate me, but for now it seems making a list of things to do could work a bit.
- write that forestry application letter.
- send that email to my professor saying I’ll show up to office hours.
- actually start collecting papers for my project on ocean acidification.
- start coming up with paper topics for those 4 other paper that will have to be written.
- i don’t know…