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Saturday, 9 January 2016

Time for Research, Time for Rest

As I talked about in earlier posts (like this one, and this one), relaxing and not stressing is something I have a hard time doing. I am always worried about getting the next thing done, and any time I'm not working, I feel guilty for not working (even if I've already been working for 12 hours straight). Part of this is because I usually prefer to finish a task in one sitting where possible, or at the very least, work on it constantly until it's done over the course of a few days. In such situations, I'm reluctant to take a break in case I lose my train of thought. As a result, I spend hours on end in front of my computer, eating junk food which I've stock piled the day before so I don't have to keep wasting time looking for food.
Rations.
Unfortunately, though, sometimes I need to take a break. No matter how urgently something needs to be done, there's no point working on it when I can't concentrate properly anymore. When I get to this point, I know it's time to walk away, because if I don't, I know I'll just get more and more frustrated, and when I'm frustrated, I make mistakes, which makes me more frustrated and... you get the idea. This has been a difficult lesson for me to learn, but it's something I need to keep in mind. I need to try to set aside at least a small amount of time each day for 'fun' activities or relaxation.

"Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. I'm hunting monsters."
For me, fun and relaxing activities usually involve video games, painting or playing with dogs (luckily I have furbabies to play with at both of my residences). Sometimes I'll watch a movie, but oddly enough, I often prefer to watch something I've seen before rather than something new (I guess because I don't want to have to concentrate on following the plot if I'm mentally exhausted already). I also find that doing a shift at my retail job can be helpful, as having to be physically occupied with menial tasks frees up my mind to - at least subconsciously - work on whatever problem is bothering me. Often I'm then able to go home and have at least some sort of solution or idea of how to approach it, even though it had me feeling like this parrot before I went to work.

Naturally, if I'm at home, Rex always has to 'supervise' me on my breaks, while when I'm at my Nan's, the two little Jack Russells are usually never far away (and they all love cuddles).

"Oh, hai, I heard you open the compartment where my carrots are kept
so I thought I'd come and make sure you were okay."

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