I touched on productivity in previous EdublogsClub posts (namely workspace and challenge). When my mental health is at it’s best I’m a super-organised and enthusiastic person. When I’m in a low, focus is almost impossible. I tend to fall at the first hurdle and never get up. It’s just the way it goes. What helps me is knowing the moment will eventually pass and I’ve got no reason to beat myself up about it.
One of the ways I make the most of my time is by owning it. I calendarise my projects, work week and my social life. I share my calendar with colleagues. This technique minimises distractions. I’m less likely to log into my work emails when I’m studying or visiting relatives. And I stop feeling guilty about not replying straight away because I know people can see I’m on another project or away from work. Calendarising reminds me to try to keep to schedule – if the allotted time has passed and I haven’t finished my task I am reminded that I’ve chipped into something else. The overlap gives me pause for thought – and a chance to ask myself questions (eg. Is my piece of work bigger than I first expected?If so, why is that? and Do I need to reassess my workload?…) and take a small break to reevaluate my day.
As a teenager, I read sporadically. But when I found something that caught my imagination I became absorbed. I always tried to like cool books; the books that were all about finding yourself but funnily enough I couldn’t identify with the narrator most of the time. As a child I had a few favourite books but I won’t write about them here because I think this post could easily end up an ode to Plop the owl.
I also was going to avoid writing about graphic novels and zines, but I put Moomins and Culture Slut in anyway because I enjoy them. I managed to keep non-fiction out of here. I might write about inspirational journals at another point. But that subject often tumbles into a description of my learning journey.
I went out for a long walk yesterday to attempt to clear my head. It has been weeks since I last went on a long walk. I only managed six miles because the sky went grey and I felt too cold. I was disappointed to head home, but six miles is better than sitting on the sofa.
I was talking to a colleague about my tumbling thoughts last month. I’m not sure what the correct (medical?) term for them is but, for me, they are similar in style to cringe attacks: