Today, I think I need to do something better than yesterday.
I am not a good planner; moreover, unfortunately, I am not a good worker to
realize all I had planned. This morning, in the middle of a lot of things I
have to do today (when I felt trapped to manage them all since I woke up), I
got an ideas for my blog. Not for this one, another blog. It’s more serious
blog. But in the first 30 minutes, I couldn’t compose all the ideas into
sentences and type them down on my notebook. I wrote, I deleted, wrote again,
deleted again. It’s just like some small frustration in the morning. It was
suck. I hate this.
So, I have more 30 minutes (25 exactly), and I will write
something here. It won’t be something important. This is about me. This is
about how the bad mood grows while I need some better mood to do these all. It’s
unproductive. But, who said about productivity? I am not an industrial agent; I
am not a machine in the complex array of tools and devices. It’s just me. I
hate to wake up with many things to do. I just want to wake up with wide space
of time. But, you’ll tell me that I’m not realistic, wont you?
