As part of being a procrastinator (and not being in denial about it), I use my weaknesses as tools to propel myself forward. For instance. I want to install Illustrator CS2 on my home computer. But I need to clean off my hard drive and back up my documents to my new-to-me external hard drive. That’s not nearly as exciting.
So I tell myself, “Self, you can’t install Ill CS2 until you’ve cleaned off the hard drive.” That might mean I don’t install Ill CS2 for 2 more months, but that’s probably 6 months earlier than I would have cleaned off my hard drive. So it evens out, in my opinion.
Anyway, I did more than that. I copied all my documents onto my external hard drive, and reworked my whole hard drive system. I have 2 drives in my computer, one was partitioned so I could use both OS9 and OSX–that was a wasted effort. I used OS9 like . . . twice? So I unpartitioned it, erased the whole thing, made that drive my main drive and reinstalled Tiger on it. Then I transferred everything from my other drive over and erased that one (so all my settings were saved as opposed to resetting the desktop, the keyboard sensitivity, the mouse prefs, etc.). Then I did all my software updates and got my mouse and printer working properly. So my computer is now a bright shining being of glitch-free organization and copious amounts of free space.
Woo!!
Last summer my landlord was updating an apartment across the hall and he put in a marble-looking tile floor in the kitchen. In my kitchen is a god-awful black and white checker linoleum tile. In fact, b.c of the years and dirt and feet and sun and who knows what else, it’s actually a black and yellow checker pattern. I’d long since given up on trying to clean it. Anyway, I cornered Danny 2 days ago and begged for that new floor. And he said he’d try to get to it this week or next. He came by and asked me to move my stuff out of the kitchen: my recycle bins, trash can, etc. And he looked behind the hot water heater where I haphazardly store paper shopping bags and he almost went into cardiac arrest. Apparently it’s nothing short of miraculous that I haven’t burned down the entire building by keeping those bags there for the past 3 years.
So last night he came by and put in my new floor. It makes SUCH a big difference. I love it.
So clean new kitchen floor, clean new computer (ok, not new, but it FEELS new) . . . I’m going to finish my little calendar project, then it’s on to the website. THEN–and only then–I will really be able to go into Attack mode in looking for a job.
Until then, there’s not really much point in getting depressed about my job.
I do anyway, though. 
