getting shit done: the art of pimping out your organizational system for maximum speed and optimum pleasure.

there’s a chain of events that causes your splendidly planned organizational system to purr like a finely tuned ride or sputter and clunk like some shitty car, an example for which i can’t think of right now. never mind that. the question is: after all this work organizing everything, are you actually getting shit done now, and if not, why not? have you streamlined the seven hours of work you used to do into one hour in order to spend six hours staring at your thumbs? or do you now know exactly what each next action is and everything is so clear it’s scary? have you gotten so clear you’ve thrown the action list out your window, for fear you might actually get all your shit done? what happens if you do get everything done? what will tether you to this earthly realm? if there’s nothing more for you to do, will you still have a purpose? it’s ok, you didn’t have a purpose in the first place–at least, not one that’s fulfilled by the items on your action list… but i digress.

procrastination: your secret weapon.

do you believe that there are uber-organized geniuses whose sheer throughput you will never surpass? yeah, i guess there are. but you and i, we’ve got the next best thing: the secret weapon of procrastination. ever try to get one thing done all day, like writing a business plan, avoid it for hours and hours on end, and subsequently get 18 other things done instead? i just installed a keyboard tray, cleaned my apartment, cleaned out two closets and sorted out two boxes of crap to go to goodwill, worked out at the gym, met with two clients, answered ALL of my email, and worked on my website. all under the ominous threat of writing a business plan. everybody that gets anything done has a secret procrastionation weapon. you think bill gates just gets shit done cause he’s perky? no! he’s probably got to take the garbage out at his house, and he’s a neat-freak, so he goes to work all day just to avoid it, and earns three billion dollars, so he can pay the housekeeper to do it.

ok, goodnight.