I have zero motivation to do essays right now—that is despite looming deadlines edging closer and closer. The peculiarity is that I’m stressed as all f*ck yet I always take the “out of sight, out of mind” attitude. I guess it’s my coping mechanism?
On the upside I have miraculously handed in every piece of assessment on-time this semester, which is a first for me (un-?) fortunately.
I don’t know how people do it. How the hell do I force myself to pull my head in when I’m fighting a losing battle with my laziness and my penchant for playing chicken? And by “chicken” I mean how long I stand on the road before the car-crash that is the deadline hits me.
What do you do to stay motivated?
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I’m heading back to Paris in a little over two weeks—I booked my tickets in a post-drink haze a few nights ago.
It’s coming up two years since I returned to Melbourne. To sound like a knob and tell you how my life has changed since then:
I started (and have almost finished) my Masters
I’ve met some really decent people
I’ve met some downright shitty people (could refer to just one person, but that’s a story for another day)
Worked a string of jobs, found one I quite enjoy
Lost a loved one
I don’t recommend the last point. It is no fun—something I hadn’t fully experienced before.
But back to the point of this post. I will be heading back to Paris, a city which I seriously adore. I even used to blog about it once upon a time.
I know it’s cliché but I loved living there—the warm nights by the Seine, the métro, even the dog shit on the pavements. I was never ready to leave, despite my visa dictating otherwise, and my desire to return to Europe hasn’t waned in these two years.
So I’m pretty fucking excited. I’m dying to see friends, family and roam this Gallic playground I used to call home. I endure a few more weeks of uni, then I’m on the plane a couple days after my last exam.
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.”—Steve Jobs