I’ve mentioned it here before (and often) that I am a goal glutton. I love scheduling and planning and setting myself RIDICULOUS benchmarks.
And while I’ve managed to hit a few of those “shoot for the moon” plans, I’ll admit that more often than not, I get side tracked. Something in my schedule makes it impossible to complete the plan. A book suddenly blossoms with a plot thread I didn’t see coming and I have to spend a day noting the ways this change will cascade back through what I’ve already written.
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That’s when my brain does it….
Because no matter where I am in a plan when I realize all hope is futile, I know how unproductive it is to reach for a goal that is truly unattainable. If I can’t even reach the benchmarks, why am I worried about it.
So I adjust. I fix my plan so that it makes sense with the new information and I go on until I hit another snag and then….
I spent yesterday recalculating. And because I’m an overachiever… this time, I made a realistic plan and one I’ve labeled “Overdrive” because it takes what my realist thinks I can do by October 2nd, and condenses that timeline down to potentially finish September 7th.
This is for two projects, and the O2 end-date includes a week of another that isn’t shown.
In the condensed timeline, I’ve given myself a “prep day” between major tasks. Partially to let my brain reset between them, and partially because that much work squeezed into a smaller window of time requires some well structured pre-planning.
Am I the only one who likes throwing myself toward the mostly-impossible ?