For those of you who know me personally, you’re aware that during the past several months or so, I have been a social leper. I have had incredibly limited (read: NONE) free time because of the sheer amount of work I have to do, compounded by the fact that I am one of the world’s worst managers of time. Let me put it this way: If my sense of time management were a gazelle, its sole form of locomotion would be spasmodically jerking itself through the dirt, since it has no legs with which to stand. Its mother would have kicked some dirt over it shortly after birth and moved along with the rest of the herd. End of story.
I’ve tried to make myself use programs online, or specially designed training systems that help you get better at it, but, well, I just stop using them. They never did a whole lot for me. Yesterday, though, I bought an hour’s worth of coaching from Charlie Gilkey, the writer and creator of Productive Flourishing, a website that deals specifically with ways to help creative people (read: chronic slackers) manage their time using simple, easy to understand techniques that don’t require you to open up your own skull with a Skilsaw and overclock your cerebellum. No real “tricks,” just ways to make your life less disorganized and miserable.
…….and do you know what happened today? I got all my fucking work done. All of my scheduled work, and then some. I had an evening off. Holy shit. I sat in shocked silence, wondering what to do with myself. I got to do some painting that I’ve been putting off for weeks because it wasn’t as high priority as the other OHMYGODFINISHME! projects I’ve been doing. I’ll post pictures of it soon. It was really nice.
Thank you, Charlie.
If any of you are having problems like this, I urge you to go throw money at Charlie. Let it rain down on him like he’s a goddamn conquering hero returning home with riches and a harem’s worth of nubile slave girls. Because he fucking deserves it.
