Deadlines.
Anyone who is depressed, bored or otherwise needs to get themselves a deadline. They're the best thing that ever happened to my college education.
Over the last few years, deadlines have benefitted my graphic design skills, financial savings, athletic ability, mental state of being and - because I'm having the boyfriend's parents over for dinner next week - my condominium digs.
The gotta-beat-the-clock mindset -hailing from a heavily time-sensitive journalism degree- brings things into focus; your subject is center of this universe for those final days/hours/minutes approaching deadline. I think it is within this honing in that one sees most clearly.
Though surprising, it's the ultimate catharsis for those personalities that can't sit through their own self-reflection when there are decisions to be made. A lover leaves, you pissed off your sister, you're criticizing your own judgement ... Pick a task, make a firm deadline and get moving. It's all much clearer (and hurts a bit less) on the other side of that date.
It's my form of meditation. Albeit with a bit higher blood pressure reading.
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