I hate schedules and plans. I would rather imagine myself to be self-motivated and that I will go and do what needs doing of my own volition because I have the desire to do what needs doing.
Key word there: imagine.
I’m so not self-motivated. I do things I like first, and so long as whatever it is isn’t going to cause the world to fall apart, I’m just as happy ignoring it.
Yesterday, though, I made a schedule. Every hour from the time I wake up to the time I go to bed, I have “something” to be doing.
Crap. Time for outside chores.