Yesterday I wasn’t feeling too good, so I decided once I’d gotten my 2 hours of writing done I’d be happy and finish for the day. Fast forward 5 hours and I’d done 1 and a half hours of writing in total and done a heck of a lot of procrastinating.
It’s strange how we take the time that’s there regardless of if it makes sense, I’d given myself all day to do 2 hours work so I spread it out. Instead, I could have given myself two hours to do it and gone back to bed after.
But I’m not going to beat myself up over it, it happened and no harm done, it’s just strange to reflect on the decisions you make when it seemed such a good idea at the time but in hindsight, it just doesn’t make sense.