Christmas Has Started

So that's all the work finished for Christmas. All the school work and all the work work (which has been horrendous) and I am back home from my last shift just sitting here going "phew!". I'll have a snooze in a bit because I'm going out tonight for our work xmas dinner. This time last year kinda passed by in a blur. We have decided this year to not have our christmas dinner in the treehouse. Really, it was a lot of hassle bringing all the food and plates up and we didn't light the fire in time for it to be properly cosy and, well, my heart was broken and chicken and stuffing were not going to mend it. That was last year though and this year my heart is beating strong.

All the coursework was very tiresome. I love my course and I love learning and I love writing. I just hate doing it when I know I have to do it and when I have to do it in a certain timeframe. I'm not sure that will ever change. Maybe when I'm 70. We had a lovely last day of class eating party food and doing secret santa. I'm happy that I've got another few years with this crew. My coping strategy at work this past week has been to laugh as much as possible.

I was mostly organised with christmas presents this year. Mostly, I don't think I've ever got it perfect. There's always presents lying around in the springtime. I have some wrapping to do tomorrow. I hope I'm not too hungover. Ziggy is out at his granny's. He has been a little cantankerous of late and barking at people in the street. I'm not sure what's ailing him but I hope he winds his neck in. A cross, yappy little dog is not what I want. I miss my happy, friendly little puppy! I think he might be a bit fed up with the pishy, rainy weather. Well, I guess it's nap time for me :)

For Tomorrow

Aha! Some dude (John Perry) has written a book on the Art of Procrastination! I knew there was a purpose to it. My mate told me he had borrowed a book from the library about proccrastination and how to overcome it. Of course, he hasn't read it yet. I don't know what Perry says about it but I am coming up with my own theory that centres around me not feeling bad for not doing the things I'm supposed to be doing. It goes like this: Procrastination is a modern day concept born out of the illusion of time. The notion of 'time' has changed since man was a more simple being. Time was told by the sun and the seasons. Now time is told by numbers (grrr...numbers!) Cavemen did not procrastinate. They did not put off hunting because they were too busy scratching their bums. So, if procrastination is a symptom of modern day society, it is nothing more than a social construct, in which case, it can be deconstructed (Yeah! We're gonna break that bitch down!) Procrastination is just another word we use to make ourselves feel bad. The word itself comes from the Latin pro meaning 'forward' and crastinus meaning 'of tomorrow' so to put another spin on that, it means putting something off 'til tomorrow and that's a good thing because that means you have faith that tomorrow will come.

I think it's good to take the pressure off and go with the flow and believe that things will happen when they're meant to happen. My tutor last year always used to say "trust the process" and "don't force anything". Why we battle with ourselves internally is a mystery. Always believing we should be doing this, that or the other instead of just doing what we want to do. And sometimes we want to build virtual cities and breed virtual fish and then blog about the whole exciting experience.

Is it obvious that I'm putting off doing my final piece of coursework? I did feel it was very important to write this blog. And play guitar. And drink some wine.

Some Dude Once Said

I must have a quota for how many words I can write in a week. Like an inbuilt one. The poor old blog has had to take a back seat to coursework. Not that it matters much really. And at least I'm keeping busy. I had a wonderful week off work. It involved drinking lots of coffee, staying up late, seeing a few friends, and getting horribly engrossed in a fish tycoon type game. Really, I should have known better. Luckily, though, I was silly enough to download a link that was offering "unlimited metro money" and got myself a nice virus to contend with. That knocked the silly game on the head and taught me the importance of updating my spyware and reinforced the saying that if something looks too good to be true, it probably is.

I don't care for that saying though. I have been shocked at how time consuming my coursework has been. I guess that's because the first time round doing a degree I didn't have to go out and earn a living. And I didn't have a dog that needed walked for an hour everyday. Haha, I recall a time when I longed to write an essay! But as with most things I was all gung ho at the start and when it came to it I was put off by the prospect of having to research. That's the only think that makes me get through the counselling course, the fact that the research I'm doing is into myself and I'd kinda started that anyway. I am out of practice writing academically though and I forgot what a chore referencing is! I was never good at referencing because I was always too lazy to find the source and recalled on my own memory which was hazy at best. I rely on "some dude once said....I think it was kung fu panda but I could be wrong".