How To Stop Procrastinating And Start Getting Stuff Done

There’s more than one way to go for making time to write, create, or accomplish goals. One way is to take on the responsibilities of running a household.

You and I have been friends for years, and I owe you one, but we can’t write as much as you do all the time. I don’t like it one bit. And for some strange reason, I haven’t really been spending any time with your cat, but she’s a great cat, and we have a great friendship, so that was an easy decision.

Another way to make a ton of time to write, create, or accomplish goals is to stop procrastinating. This does come with a downside, though. Writing and creating are pretty much the same process: think stuff out, make notes and then scribble stuff down before you forget it, repeat until something happens.

But one day when I really felt down about life and decided to tackle the problem head-on, I came up with one of the worst and hardest things I ever did.

I started working as a personal trainer to pay rent.

And here’s my story.

It’s a long one, so I’ll try to hold you over. The beginning of this journey is like a dream I sometimes have where I wake up in bed, and I have something that I hope someone I care about will read it.

This time I wake up in the middle of the night, and I have a piece of code. When I wake up, I can’t fall back asleep. I’m having to fight my body from sleeping. I don’t even think about it in the first half-hour. I don’t have a second to spare. I start programming. My hands become restless, as does my breathing. And I don’t stop. I have to finish it, because I already know that I have to write blog posts.

That code doesn’t belong to anyone, so it’s a bit special. There’s some other piece of code I’m writing, but it’s been a while. It’s not the same.

It takes about an hour to be finished. I’m writing like a madman, typing out everything in my head. Sometimes when I start typing too quickly, it can even make me type faster than normal, because that way I can find and fix bugs, or when I type fast enough, I accidentally type it wrong, so it’s easy to fix it when I notice it.

I can barely breathe anymore. I have to get off the computer because I’ve written so much, and I have to sit down on the floor on all fours and breathe deep. Every few seconds, a gasp of air comes out of my nose. And then I can’t breathe anymore. I have to sit back down for a moment, breathe, get back on the computer, type, and repeat.

I have to leave my computer, because I’m about to take this elevator all the way down to my job interview. I’m not allowed to put my computer behind the elevator, so for five minutes I just do the whole loop again. I have done it this many times during the last two weeks. And I don’t remember how it felt the first time.

I remember how a few months ago, when it was just me and my laptop, it always took me a while to get out of bed, take a shower, eat breakfast, and take meetings. I remember not being happy, how unhappy it made me. I have to get out of bed. I take a shower. I eat a bowl of cereal. I get into my car and try to drive somewhere, find a parking spot, and open my computer.