Life under the slogan “Everything in the last minute”

The clock is showing exactly 7:00 o’clock, Sunday morning.

Could have I written this post sooner – I could, so why did I – because I often live under the slogan “All in the last moment”. I’m trying to get rid of it. It is difficult to do so.

More realistically, I could list the circumstances that led me to type these words early in the morning, and those are cleaning the house, cooking, shows I had to watch right away and million other things that are (ir)relevant.

But if you look at the big picture and look back on life to this day, there is nothing I did not do at the last minute from writing homework, studying for school, fixing bad grades, packing for excursions, being late for classes, taking the final exam at college on the last deadline…

One way how I can justify this is that I’m an adrenalin junkie and that something must always be happening.

The second is that I am lazy to quality organize my time because I cannot stand routine and in most cases a lot drawled to the extent that the combination of circumstances ends at the last minute. And I’m not sorry.

Modern lifestyle promotes a person’s daily needs to be organized, productive and motivated. Preferably one of the above, ideal if it is all. By reading various articles, research and books on the subject of the fragments of modern lifestyle, I have not come to the conclusion that all of that is bullshit, there are very useful and pragmatic advice, and the only thing I do not like is that we all have to do the same things to succeed.

Succeeded – in what? Succeeded – how?

No wonder that the sentence “Go and exercise, for holly sake” was adapted so quickly. Because what I am now supposed to do by some imaginary standards is to have a run, then go back home, have breakfast, write blog posts, take blog photos, then exercise a bit more, make lunch, read a book, because reading is a must, then work at least for three hours, because it doesn’t matter if its Sunday, then rest, then do yoga or meditate and the read a book again before bed time. Productive organization. The sentence was so easy cached because a man with a sympathetic blasphemy expressed that he should live in 2019 without philosophy.

The more I read some literature on the topic of productivity, the more I felt vulnerable and as I not doing what I needed, I could always do better and better… Then I understood, with a mindful list that all the to-do lists I made I did them, that ninety percent of the goals I had I have achieved them, that although I could find ten excuses why the post did not come out yesterday, I decided to wake up earlier and summarize my thoughts into something meaningful.

In the creative chaos of life, I have decided to read only those tips and recommendations that are consistent with what I want to do. If I really want to suffer, for example, by exercising because I do not like it, I rely on learned discipline. Then I do not care about the positive effects because I have so much brainwashed myself that there is no option for me except to get going and start exercising.

To think about what an individual should do to succeed in what he wants, I came when I got my hands on book written by a soldiers, a member of the US Navy Special Forces, David Goggin “Cannot Hurt Me” in which he writes about his own life and defeats his own mind. This book is definitely not my cup of tea because it is neither a YA fiction nor am I interested in anything about the army, but I just started to read it – to see if I will, in what is unknown to me, sometimes even unreasonable, find a useful life lesson. According to demographic and sociological research and in all aspects of his childhood, that man should have been either a drug addict, mentally ill or a dead person. Childhood and growing up did not offer him any perspective until he broke with himself and killed himself. At the most correct way – he killed his past.

Only when we come up with similar biographies, the story from the lives of people who have undergone traumas, problems and challenges we realize that we are actually missing nothing but mental discipline not to believe everything we read, everything we hear and that everything comes in its own time, even if that time is in the last minute.

It is fortunate that I did not inherit that level of the perfectionism from my grandmother where I will clean the water drops with paper napkins after I washed the dishes, because I was aware that I would consider even more intensively why I delay writing until the last minute…

Then one day a light went inside my head, when my blender dies. I cannot live without it, no smoothies’, grated hazelnuts, the speed mixing of pancake butter… I looked at the blender in disbelief and decided to buy a new one tomorrow. No waiting.

It was a light about things that really matter to us.

It does not matter if you study five or six years if you are chasing a goal, life happens, some exams cannot be dealt on the first try. It does not matter if you are five, ten or fifteen minutes late if this happens once in a month. It does not matter that you absolutely have no idea how you will accomplish something because it is far away, invisible… It does not matter whether your lunch burnt because there is delivery…

It’s important to be persistent. Determine priorities. Wake up at seven to write. Even when caught by laziness.

For example, today.