I have successfully done it again today. Every morning I would start the day with a target to spend at least 15 to 30 minutes to plan my day. And then every evening I would end the day with a feeling that I have wasted my day because I didn’t plan the day well, or didn’t plan the day at all. And today, of course, same thing has happened. I again asked myself to plan my day, and at the end blamed myself for not really doing it, again.
I have to stop this. I hate this feeling. I really really have to spend my first 30 minutes tomorrow to plan my day.
Let’s see what I would say tomorrow evening. Good night.
Today is Sunday. I like Saturday better than Sunday because Sunday gives you that “The End of The World” feeling.
People might ask how is it exactly feel like. Well, it is something like what this now: I know I have lots of thing should have been done during the weekend, but I haven’t found the chance to look into those. And now by the end of today, I still have no time to do it. So finally I give up and wait until the end of the day, and sleep.
Or to be exact, I should say the exact moment of when the weekend really ends is the dawn of Monday. If I really have to fight till the last minute, then the sun rise would be my deadline. When I see the first blue colour fading in to the sky above the container terminal, I know it is about time for me to surrender and take my morning shower.
Another day, another week, another battle has begun. And the war never ends.