It's really hard to stop.
I feel like a train. I'm getting going--but slowly... chug... ... chug... ... chug... ...chug...chug...chug... Soon I'll be steaming along. But it's not easy. I feel as though I have to push myself to do even one consequential thing each day. Write program application essays, secure dorm residence, apply for on-campus employment, send in final transcripts... I feel as though I finally have all my ducks in the proverbial row, but there's still so much more to do. I need to get a job, preferably before July 1, which steadily creeps forward, and I have various projects that I want to work on... chug. chug. chug. chug...
I have a white board on my bedroom wall on which I write down all my accomplishments for the day and award myself a certain number of points. When I get to 100 I'll treat myself to something nice, like a new CD, a shopping trip, or a day with no responsibility. I record the number of points in the top left-hand corner. I have four fifteens up there now, earned over the course of several weeks. Forty more points to go and I still feel lethargic. Chug-chug-chug-chug-chug-chug...
But it's not too bad. Because I've finally gotten all my college-related ducks in a row. Now all I have to do is get a job. And I can feel myself building momentum, because once you start being productive, it's really hard to stop.
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