Todo Best Quotes

If you are on social media, and you are not learning, not laughing, not being inspired or not networking, then you are using it wrong.

If we accept that there will always be sides, it’s a nontrivial to-do list item to always be on the side of angels. Distrust essentialism. Keep in mind that what seems like rationality is often just rationalization, playing catch-up with subterranean forces that we never suspect. Focus on the larger, shared goals. Practice perspective taking. Individuate, individuate, individuate. Recall the historical lessons of how often the truly malignant Thems keep themselves hidden and make third parties the fall guy. And in the meantime, give the right-of-way to people driving cars with the “Mean people suck” bumper sticker, and remind everyone that we’re all in it together against Lord Voldemort and the House Slytherin.

Because being fully present and active in the life of someone you love is the best gift anyone can offer.

Emptying yourself of your best work isn’t just about checking off tasks on your to-do list; it’s about making steady, critical progress each day on the projects that matter, in all areas of life.

—Él es mi alma gemela, es mi mejor amigo. La única persona que realmente me conoce, cuando estoy con él, ya no pienso en todas esas cosas vacías, ya no pienso en el dinero, ni lo que piensen los demás. —Mis padres me miraron como si estuviera loca. —Desde que él entro a mi vida, siento que me he vuelto mejor persona, y yo sé que pase lo que pase él siempre va a aceptarme y no importa lo que pase, siempre voy a amarlo. Nada puede cambiar eso, no importa si me quitan todo lo que poseo, no lo voy a dejar.

la fe es que alguien vea en ti algo que tú no ves, y que no se rinda hasta conseguir que lo veas.

O sol é como um bailarino no palco. Todos os dias ele nos apresenta o mais lindo espetáculo. Mesmo assim, poucos param para ver e aplaudir.

In Mexico today the word for the ultimate, the best in anything from a straight flush to the sight of beautiful country, is a todo madre, something which is 'wholly mother'.

I’m a hustler and I work hard, but being a lazy person is my default. It’s what I do best. I’m a champion napper—I’ve even taken a nap in the Louvre among other weird places. I love chilling and day drinking and taking it fucking easy. But as it turns out, I’m not retired just yet, so I try my best to go against the lazy grain, which is why I always have multiple to-do lists going. Otherwise, I’ll to-don’t with everything and take a nap instead.

GIRLS SHOULD ALWAYS WEAR THE BEST SHOES, BECAUSE THEY WILL TAKE YOU TO GREAT PLACES.

En definitiva, ¿qué son los best sellers —uso la palabra best seller en el mal sentido—, esos inmensos ladrillos que cierta gente compra en los aeropuertos para empezar las vacaciones y autohipnotizarse durante una semana con un libro que carece en absoluto de calidad literaria pero contiene todos los elementos que ese tipo de lector está esperando y naturalmente encuentra?

What if you missed hearing the best part of your child’s day because you were on the phone? What if you missed a chance to inhale the sweet scent of your energetic child because you insisted on folding that basket of laundry before bedtime? What if you missed a chance to console your worried spouse because of your mile-long to-do list?

Maybe what prevents me from letting them be is that my growing children bring school into the house day after day: the generation-spanning fed-upness, the to-do over grades, the search, straying now to the right and now to the left, for meaning, the fug that stinks up every cheerful breath of air! — And yet Dörte and Harm took up teaching with the best of intentions...

Instead of being scientists, the best marketers are artists.

What I’ve found works best for me personally is a pen-and-paper list for each day with ~3 major tasks and ~30 minor ones, and an annual to-do list of overall goals.)

The harder you struggle to fit everything in, the more of your time you’ll find yourself spending on the least meaningful things. … The reason for this effect is straightforward: the more firmly you believe it ought to be possible to find time for everything, the less pressure you’ll feel to ask whether any given activity is the best use for a portion of your time. Whenever you encounter some potential new item for your to-do list or your social calendar, you’ll be strongly biased in favor of accepting it, because you’ll assume you needn’t sacrifice any other tasks or opportunities in order to make space for it … If you never stop to ask yourself if the sacrifice is worth it, your days will automatically begin to fill not just with more things, but with more trivial or tedious things, because they’ve never had to clear the hurdle of being judged more important than something else.

And in the same way, I’ve always given my best energy to things outside myself, believing that I’d be fine, that I was a workhorse, that I didn’t need special treatment or babying or, heaven help me, self-care. Self-care was for the fragile, the special, the dainty. I was a linebacker, a utility player, a worker bee. I ate on the run, slept in my clothes, worshiped at the altar of my to-do list, ignored the crying out of my body and soul like they were nothing more than the buzz of pesky mosquitoes.

smack him on the arm, but that just makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I was going to add, Give Warren Knight an epic blow job to my to-do list, but I’m scratching that right off.” “Considering your oral skills, that might be for the best.” This fucker.

Sí creo que hay por ahí novelas que no son novelas, escritas por novelistas que no son novelistas para lectores que no leen. El lector que lee sabe lo que quiere y es difícil engañarlo. El lector que no lee, en cambio, es infinito, y con que ese producto (porque si la novela está solo pendiente de los resultados empresariales, entonces se convierte en un producto más) capte a un pequeño porcentaje de entre los no lectores ya tiene garantizado el éxito. Es una estrategia comercial. La ficción se ha trivializado: vale todo con la condición de que venda; aunque es verdad que existe un mundo del best seller maravilloso, de una calidad profesional extraordinaria.

Sin quitarme los ojos de encima, acercó aún más su pupitre. - ¿Sabes una cosa? - ¿Qué? - Que he entrado en tu blog. Ay, Dios. ¿Cómo lo había encontrado? Un momento; la pregunta que debía hacerme era la siguiente: ¿por qué lo había encontrado? Mi blog no podía buscarse a través de Google...Estaba flipando en colores. - Ya estás acosándome otra vez, ¿no? ¿Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? - Ni en sueños, gatita - Sonrió - Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ¿verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. - Más bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon. (pág.154) - ¿Me estás preguntando si me atraen las humanas? - dijo. El pelo le caía hacia delante en ondas. Unas gotitas de agua le recorrían los mechones y acababan salpicándome la mejilla - ¿O si eres tú la que me atrae? Con las manos apoyadas en la roca, fue acercándose a mí lentamente. Muy pronto nos separaban sólo unos milímetros...Sentía su respiración como si fuera la mía, y cuando movió las caderas abrí los ojos y ahogué un grito. Vaya que si funcionaba la cosa...Me despejó la duda de un plumazo. (pág. 240) - Sí que es importante el helado - dije. - Es mi vida entera.- Dee tiró el monedero a Daemon, pero erró el objetivo - ¡Y tú me lo has quitado! (pág. 258 NUNCA TE METAS ENTRE DEE Y SU COMIDA, Y MENOS SI SE TRATA DE HELADO) - ¿Lo estás pasando bien con...Ash? - ¿Y tú con tu amiguito el pulpo? Me mordí el larbio. - Qué simpático eres, como siempre. ... - Estás...muy guapa, por cierto. Demasiado guapa para estar con ese idiota. Me sonrojé y bajé la vista. - ¿Te has tomado algo? - Pues no, la verdad. ¿Por qué me lo preguntas, si puede saberse? - Porque nunca me dices nada agradable. - Touché. (pág. 303) - Recuérdame...que no te haga enfadar nunca más ¡La leche! ¿Eres agente secreto en tus ratos libres? ... Me recorrió la espalda con sus brazos y hundió una mano en los rizos que se me habían soltado del moño. - No me has hecho caso - susurró contra mi hombro. - Nunca te hago caso. (pág. 327) Daemon murmuró algo en un idioma desconocido. Era una lengua dulce y bonita. Mágica. De otro planeta. Podría haberlo despertado, pero no lo hice sin saber demasiado bien por qué. La emoción que sentía por el contacto con su piel era más fuerte que todo lo demás. Daemon tenía una mano en el borde de mi camiseta, y los dedos encima del pedazo de piel que había entre el borde de la camiseta y la cinturilla de los pantalones de pijama. La mano empezaba a abrirse paso por debajo de la camiseta, a través de mi estómago, en la parte en que este empieza a descender. El pulso se me desbocó. Me rozó las costillas con la punta de los dedos. Su cuerpo se movió y sentí su rodilla contra mí. (pág. 338) O.O o_O OMG - Gatita - Ni aunque fueras el último ser con aspecto humano sobre la faz de la Tierra ¿Ahora lo entiendes? ¿Capiche? ... - Ademñas, no me atraes nada - Mentira podrida - Pero vamos, nada de nada. Eres... De repente Daemon estaba delante de mí, a apenas un centímetro de mi rostro. - ¿Qué soy? - Ignorante -¿Y qué más? - Prepotente, controlador...-...- Y un...cretino. - Venga ya, gatita, seguro que puedes hacerlo mejor - ... - Todavía no me creo que no te sientas atraída por mí. (pág. 360) - Seguro que hasta sueñas conmigo - Bajó la vista hacia mis labios y sentí que se despegaban - Seguro que escribes mi nombre en tus libretas, una y otra vez, rodeado por un corazoncito. Me reí. - En tus sueños, Daemon. Eres la última persona a la que... Daemon me besó (pág.361) Una sonrisa pícara se le asomó a los labios. - ¿Te das cuenta de que me encantan los retos? Me reí entre dientes y me volví hacia la puerta mientras le dedicaba un gesto grosero con el dedo corazón. - Y a mí, Daemon; y a mí. (pág. 414)

SATANIC SEX Satanism does advocate sexual freedom, but on the the true sense of the word. Free love, in the Satanic concept, means exactly that - freedom to either be faithful to one person or to indulge your sexual desires with as many others as you feel is necessary to satisfy your particular needs. Satanism does not encourage orgiastic activity or extramarital affairs for those whom they do not come naturally. For many, it would be very unnatural and detrimental to be unfaithful to their chosen mates. To others, it would be frustrating to be bound sexually to just one person. Each person must decide for himself what form of sexual activity best suits his individual needs. Self-deceitfully forcing yourself to be adulterous or to have sex partners when not married just for the sake of proving to others (or worse yet, to yourself) that you are emancipated from sexual guilt is just as wrong, by Satanic standard, as leaving any sexual need unfulfilled because of ingrained feelings of guilt. Many of those who are constantly preoccupied with demonstrating their emancipations from sexual guilt are, in reality, held in even greater sexual bondage than those who simply accept sexual activity as a natural part of life and don't make a big to-do over their sexual freedom.

Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski’s baby, and snorted throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with four new best friends. I’d giddily rub off any one of those from the to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror.

Here are just a few of the unnecessary burdens women are often made to bear. Single women are made to feel that they are “less than” other women; women who are gifted for a career are made to feel that college or a career is a waste of time and that these women are resisting “God’s best” for them. Women whose interests, giftings, and opportunities do not fit the mold of post-industrial-revolution suburbia are disdained by other women who have been gifted with husbands, fruitful uteruses, and inclinations that better portray what has been elevated to the greatest expression of godliness for a woman: the stay-at-home mom. And stay-at-home moms are weighted with additional pressures: it’s not enough to be home; they must also serve on every committee, live in a perfectly decorated (and always clean) house, and have perfectly behaved children.

The more decisions we have to make, the less stamina we have to make the best one for us at that moment.

When I consider my priorities and the best use of my time, one of the questions I ask myself is What can only I do?

Sort pills. Write note to family. Fold blanket. I am alone. Alone in a dark, unfamiliar room filled with piles and piles of stuff, reminiscent of a neglected storage locker. I know researchers are observing me from behind one-way glass—that this is an experiment in empathy, that we are, in fact, on the sprawling campus of a pharmaceutical company in New Jersey, that I can rip off the headphones at any moment and return to my present life, my real life—but this offers me no comfort. I can barely see through the goggles. My feet hurt. Every step is agony, the sharp plastic spikes digging into my soles. Sort pills. Write note to family. Fold blanket. I try to make out the shapes around me. I see an ironing board, a stack of sweaters. A ball of twine. My determination to cross items off any to-do list—always a strong suit of mine—feels slippery. Suddenly, I am a child playing hide-and-seek in the dark. Counting. Eyes squeezed shut. Terrified. Wondering if anyone will ever find me. Blanket. Pills. Note. I keep repeating the words like a prayer so I can remember them through the terrible din. The inside of my head is a needle against a scratched record, skipping, skipping. I feel my way around a cluttered table. A pill case! I try to pick it up. I barely feel it in the palm of my hand. After several tries, I get it open. Then I begin to sort the pills as best I can. Most of them spill to the floor, and I am suddenly, irrationally furious. I move around the table, supporting myself on my hands to take the pressure off my feet. I push an iron out of the way, a magazine, a wooden hanger. The notebook. I find the notebook. My gloved fingers won’t close around a pencil, so I hold it the way a child would, in my fist. By now it all feels nearly futile. I’m on the verge of tears. What is the last task? Through the static, I remember: the blanket. I have to fold it. By now I’m dizzy, depleted. What difference can it possibly make? Who cares? I do a shitty job of folding the blanket and then—then I just sit down in a chair and wait for M. to rescue me. —

He began to talk a lot of incomprehensible and dangerous nonsense. Lenina did her best to stop the ears of her mind; but every now and then a phrase would insist on becoming audible. "… to try the effect of arresting my impulses," she heard him say. The words seemed to touch a spring in her mind. "Never put off till to-morrow the fun you can have to-day," she said gravely. "Two hundred repetitions, twice a week from fourteen to sixteen and a half," was all his comment. The mad bad talk rambled on. "I want to know what passion is," she heard him saying. "I want to feel something strongly." / Bernard empezó a soltar una serie de tonterías incomprensibles y peligrosas. Lenina hizo todo lo posible por cerrar los oídos de su mente; pero de vez en cuando una que otra frase se empeñaba en hacerse oír: ... probar el efecto que produce detener los propios impulsos, le oyó decir. Fue como si aquellas palabras tocaran un resorte de su mente. —No dejes para mañana la diversión que puedes tener hoy —dijo Lenina gravemente. —Doscientas repeticiones, dos veces por semana, desde los catorce años hasta los dieciséis y medio —se limitó a comentar Bernard. Su alocada charla prosiguió—. Quiero saber lo que es la pasión —oyó Lenina, de sus labios—. Quiero sentir algo con fuerza.

Death conditioning begins at eighteen months. Every tot spends two mornings a week in a Hospital for the Dying. All the best toys are kept there, and they get chocolate cream on death days. They learn to take dying as a matter of course. / El condicionamiento ante la muerte empieza a los dieciocho meses. Todo crío pasa dos mañanas cada semana en un Hospital de Moribundos. En estos hospitales encuentran los mejores juguetes, y se les obsequia con helado de chocolate los días que hay defunción. Así aprenden a aceptar la muerte como algo completamente corriente.

Our brains are not the best memory tools, and they only trust systems they believe work like to-do lists.

Todos sabemos cómo obtener atención —afirma Jeles—, pero pocos de nosotros sabemos cómo obtener atención y respeto al mismo tiempo.” Destáquese del resto siendo una persona que evita las discusiones en que cae la mayoría.

The Thieves of Time ASSET RISK DRIVE OVERDRIVE EXCELLENCE PERFECTIONISM INFORMATION OVERLOAD ACTIVITY FRENZY They appear in our lives like this: We mindlessly accept a meeting invite, because we are driven. We overtweak a presentation, because we want to be excellent. We go too deep into dashboards and data, because we want to be informed. We impulsively grab the next to-do on our list, because we feel we should always be active.

Consider taking a break for yourself. To rest and rejuvenate. Make your schedule slow and include some small breaks in it. Sit and enjoy your favorite music, go for a walk, or just watch your favorite movie. Address your inner critic or judgments who shame you for crying too much or not enough. Quit calling yourself names for not doing enough. You have these completely unrealistic expectations out of yourself that no sane man can match up to. Grieving takes up a lot of your energy so don’t burden yourself with expectations. You’re trying your best and that’s an achievement in itself. You’re not a wimp or a loser for not checking off everything on your to-do list. Pause and listen to these noises in your head. Drop constantly putting yourself down and just be and feel grief for as long as you can. Embracing vulnerability, anxiousness, and irritability is normal for someone who’s experiencing separation or loss. Be tender so you can understand your needs and requirements during this phase of hardships. It’s a part of you so there’s no need to hide or tuck it away.

Ningún artista es morboso. El artista está capacitado para expresarlo todo. Pensamiento y lenguaje son, para el artista, los instrumentos de su arte.

Una familia disfuncional es aquella en que los miembros juegan roles rígidos y en la cual la comunicación está severamente restringida a las declaraciones que se adecuan a esos roles. Los miembros no tienen libertad para expresar todo un espectro de experiencias, deseos, necesidades y sentimientos, sino que deben limitarse a jugar el papel que se adapte al de los demás miembros de la familia.

Todas las mujeres que aman demasiado han experimentado por lo menos un profundo abandono emocional, con todo el terror y el vacío que eso implica. Pero lo que haya estado mal, lo que haya faltado o haya sido doloroso en el pasado es lo que usted está tratando de corregir en el presente.

Nuestra propia necesidad de amor, atención, cariño y seguridad quedó insatisfecha mientras fingíamos ser más poderosas y menos temerosas, más adultas y menos necesitadas, de lo que realmente nos sentíamos. Y habiendo aprendido a negar nuestro propio anhelo de que nos cuidaran, crecimos buscando más oportunidades de hacer lo que habíamos aprendido a hacer tan bien: preocuparnos por las necesidades y exigencias de los demás en lugar de admitir nuestro miedo, nuestro dolor y nuestras necesidades insatisfechas. Escuchábamos porque teníamos miedo de las consecuencias que podrían aquejar al progenitor que sufría si no lo hacíamos, y miedo de la pérdida de amor si no cumplíamos el rol que nos había tocado en suerte. Por eso no nos protegíamos, y nuestros padres tampoco nos protegían, porque necesitaban vernos más fuertes de lo que éramos en realidad. Si bien éramos demasiado inmaduras para esa responsabilidad, terminamos protegiéndolos a ellos. Al ocurrir esto, aprendimos a edad demasiado temprana y demasiado bien a cuidar a todos menos a nosotras mismas. O quizás alguno de nuestros padres estuvo ausente debido a su muerte o a un divorcio y nosotras tratamos de tomar su lugar, ayudando a cuidar tanto a nuestros hermanos como al progenitor que nos quedaba. Tal vez nos convertimos en la madre de la familia mientras nuestra madre trabajaba para mantenemos.

Hace tanto tiempo que fingimos ser adultas, que pedimos tan poco y hacemos tanto, que ahora nos parece demasiado tarde para esperar nuestro turno, entonces seguimos ayudando, con la esperanza de que nuestro miedo desaparecerá y nuestra recompensa será el amor... La de reemplazar a un progenitor ausente— puede crear una compulsión de atender a los demás... Crecí sintiéndome muy sola, desamparada, temerosa e indigna, tratando todo el tiempo de compensar el hecho de ser una carga. Recuerdo que solía tratar de arreglar las cosas que se rompían en casa, para ahorrar dinero y, de alguna manera, ganarme la vida.

¿Por qué a las mujeres nos atrae tan profundamente la idea de convertir a alguien infeliz, enfermo o peor en nuestra pareja perfecta? ¿Por qué es un concepto tan atractivo, tan perdurable?... Era mejor estar con alguien que no satisfacía del todo sus necesidades pero a quien no perdería, que estar con alguien más cariñoso y a quien ella pudiera amar más, que podría dejarla por otra persona.

Una mujer que habitualmente practica la negación y el control se verá atraída a situaciones que exijan esas características. La negación, al mantenerla fuera de contacto con la realidad de sus circunstancias y de sus sentimientos respecto de esas circunstancias, la llevará a relaciones cargadas de dificultad. Entonces ella empleará toda su habilidad para ayudar/ controlar a fin de hacer que la situación sea más tolerable, negando todo el tiempo lo grave que es en realidad. La negación alimenta la necesidad de controlar, y el inevitable fracaso en los intentos de controlar alimenta la necesidad de negar.

Todo mi método de relacionarme con mis hijos consistía en recordarles cosas, alentarlos, darles instrucciones y preocuparme por ellos. Eso era todo lo que yo conocía del amor; tratar de ayudar a la gente y de preocuparme por ellos. No tenía la menor idea de aceptar a los demás tal como eran, tal vez porque nunca me había aceptado a mí misma. Tenía mucho miedo de que en cualquier momento se descubriera que yo no era tan buena como todos los demás. Si bien sabía vestirme bien y me iba bien en los estudios, siempre me sentí un fraude. Por adentro, sabía que estaba llena de defectos. Si la gente me tenía cariño era porque los estaba engañando. Si me conocieran bien, se alejarían.

Cuando niña, yo había reprimido tantos sentimientos que necesitaba todo el drama que me proporcionaban esos hombres, sólo para sentirme viva.

En su frustración y su aislamiento, ella "desconectó" todos sus sentimientos salvo uno: la ira. Contra su padre, por no estar allí para ella, y contra el resto de la familia por rehusarse a admitir los problemas de ellos o el dolor de Celeste. Pero su ira flotaba libre; ella no entendía que provenía de su impotencia para cambiar a la familia que amaba y necesitaba. Ese medio no podía satisfacer sus necesidades emocionales de amor y seguridad, por eso buscaba relaciones que sí pudiera controlar, con personas que no fueran tan instruidas o experimentadas, de peor situación económica o social que ella.

La verdadera aceptación de un individuo tal como es, sin tratar de cambiarlo mediante el aliento, la manipulación o la coacción, es una forma muy elevada del amor y, para la mayoría de nosotros, resulta muy difícil de practicar. En el fondo de todos nuestros esfuerzos para cambiar a alguien hay un motivo básicamente egoísta, una creencia de que a través de ese cambio seremos felices. No hay nada malo en desear ser felices, pero colocar la fuente de esa felicidad fuera de nosotros mismos, en las manos de otra persona, significa que evitamos nuestra capacidad y nuestra responsabilidad de modificar nuestra propia vida para bien.

Todos tendemos a creer que el sufrimiento es una señal de verdadero amor, que el negarse a sufrir es egoísta, y que si un hombre tiene un problema entonces una mujer debe ayudarlo a cambiar. Estas actitudes ayudan a perpetuar ambas enfermedades: el alcoholismo y amar demasiado.

La mayor parte de la insania y la desesperación que usted experimenta proviene directamente de sus intentos de manejar y controlar lo que no puede. Piense en todos los intentos que ha hecho: los interminables sermones, los ruegos, las amenazas, extorsiones, tal vez incluso violencia, todos los caminos que ha probado y que no han dado resultado. Y recuerde cómo se sintió después de cada intento fallido. Su autoestima se redujo más aun, y se volvió más ansiosa, más impotente, más furiosa. La única manera de salir de todo eso es abandonar los intentos de controlar lo que no puede: a él y su vida.

Estoy libre de dolor, ira y miedo. Disfruto una paz y un bienestar perfectos. En todos los aspectos de mi vida me dirijo a mi mayor felicidad y realización. Todos los problemas y luchas se desvanecen: estoy serena. Ahora se manifiesta la solución perfecta para todos los problemas. Soy libre y estoy llena de luz.

I do know two things: 1. You don’t need to change a thing to be loved and seen for who you are. Beyond your own self-love and self-respect, there are people out there who will affirm you today. So if “become worthy and lovable” is still floating around on your to-do list somewhere, cross it off now. 2. Giving yourself an opportunity to exist in the world as the most lit-up version of yourself (to the best of your ability, given whatever circumstance you’re in) creates space for more affirming and supportive people to show up in your life.

Willful Blindness: Why We Ignore the Obvious at Our Peril (Ceguera Voluntaria: Por qué pasamos por alto lo obvio a nuestro propio riesgo) de Margaret Heffernan y Multipliers: How the Best Leaders Make Everyone Smarter (Multiplicadores: Cómo es que los mejores líderes hacen más inteligentes a todos) de Liz Wiseman.

I have developed tools to make the best of my life. I make short to-do lists so I don’t get stressed. I have my quiet time. I try to get the negative thoughts out of my brain. I do all this just to get by.

During that time, “Hurry up or we’ll be late” was commonly heard, either yelled from the kitchen or hissed while we scurried into the back row at church. There was too much to do in too little time. Life was a blur. And I thought everyone lived like this. That was until I read about “hurry sickness” in The Life You’ve Always Wanted by John Ortberg. My heart was skewered when I read that one of its symptoms is a diminished capacity to love. My children could have told you I had a problem. Only it wasn’t hurry sickness, it was hurry addiction. God dealt with my addiction to overload and hurry by taking it all away in a cross-country move. He made me go cold turkey as I said good-bye to working at my job, directing the children’s ministry, coleading the women’s ministry, being on the praise team, having my small group, leading Vacation Bible Study each summer, and more. God moved us 2,100 miles away—so far that I couldn’t even sneak back to lead a women’s event. I had no job, no church, and no friends, just lots of time. Since two of the boys were in school and the youngest had just started preschool, I had plenty of time to think and pray. And while there were lots of tears, I also experienced God in a new way. Very quickly, God connected me with Proverbs 31 Ministries. I started to learn that God had a better plan for my life than I did, and that I should look to Him for direction on my daily activities. I also learned that my first line of ministry was inside my home. I wasn’t completely cured of my hurry addiction yet, so I decided I would become the Best Homemaker Ever. And then I picked up a book called No Ordinary Home by Carol Brazo. And right in the beginning of the book I read something that brought about the biggest change in my life: If there were one biblical truth I wish I could give my children and lay hold of in my own deepest parts, it would be this one thing. He created me, He loves me, He will always love me. Nothing I do will change who I am. Being versus doing. The error was finally outlined in bold. I was always worried about what I was doing. . . . God’s only concern was and is what I am being—a child of His, forgiven, justified by the work of His Son, His Heir.[2] You know when you feel like an author has peeked into your living room window and knows exactly who you are? That’s what reading this was like for me. God wired me to be highly productive, but I hadn’t undergirded that with an understanding of my true identity. So in order to feel worthwhile and valued and confident, I was driven to take on more. More accomplishments equaled more worth. But it was never enough.

when my choices are fueled by self-focused need, my best work is seldom done.

Amelia returned the hug, and stepped back with a sigh. “We’ll worry about Leo later. Right now I’m more concerned about Merripen. Have you seen him this morning?” “No, but Win has. She says he’s definitely feverish and the wound isn’t healing. I think she stayed up with him most of the night.” “And now she’ll probably faint from exhaustion,” Amelia said in exasperation. Poppy hesitated and frowned. “Amelia … I can’t decide whether this is the best or worst time to tell you … but there’s a minor to-do belowstairs. It seems some of the silver flatware has gone missing.” Amelia went to the window and stared beseechingly up at the cloud-heavy sky. “Dear Merciful Lord, please don’t let it be Beatrix.” “Amen,” Poppy said. “But it probably is.” Feeling overwhelmed, Amelia thought in despair, I’ve failed. The house is gone, Leo is missing or dead, Merripen is injured, Win is ill, Beatrix is going to prison, and Poppy is doomed to spinsterhood. But what she said was, “Merripen first,” and strode briskly from the room with Poppy at her heels. .

The Zookeeper’s Wife is the story of Jan and Antonina Zabinski, Polish Christian zookeepers who, horrified by Nazi racism, managed to save more than three hundred people. Author Diane Ackerman writes movingly about Polish émigré Eva Hoffman’s psychic earthquake of having to shed her name in order to save her life: “Nothing much has happened, except a small, seismic mental shift. The twist in our names takes them a tiny distance from us—but it is a gap into which the infinite hobgoblin of abstraction enters.” Suddenly Eva Hoffman’s given name, and that of her sister, no longer exists even though “they were as surely us as our eyes or hands.” The new names were actually “identification tags, disembodied signs pointing to objects that happen to be my sister and myself. We walk to our seats, into a roomful of unknown faces, with names that make us strangers to ourselves.” DISCOVERING WHO YOU ARE Our names, our identities, our figuring out “This is who I am” are a huge part of discovering our dreams. And haven’t many of us said, “I’ll start dreaming once I wrap up with X, Y, or Z project.” At the same time, we are asking ourselves, “Why do I keep putting things off? There’s so much to do but I can’t get anything done.” Perhaps we have it backwards. Perhaps having goals for ourselves is not something to do after we’ve wrapped up X, Y, and Z projects. Perhaps daring to dream is a goal we need to pursue now, because it’s key to getting those X, Y, and Z projects done. Psychologist Timothy Pychyl writes in an article titled “Teenagers, Identity Crises, and Procrastination” that if we can’t answer the questions “Who am I?” and “What am I?” we’re more likely to procrastinate. In other words, the more people know who they are, the less likely they are to procrastinate. Pychyl explains the interconnectedness between identity and agency as follows: “Identity is that knowledge of who we are. . . . Agency is the belief that we are in control of our decisions and responsible for our outcomes. . . . It means we make a difference, we make things happen, we act on the world. Thus, being an active agent depends on identity, or knowing who we are.” Perhaps, then, the best thing we can do is to put our busyness to the side, and instead focus on our identity and our dreams—or, as management consultant Robin Dickinson said after he read Pychyl’s study, “Focus on your To-Be List, before the To-Do List.” When we return to that to-do list we might just find we’re actually beginning to get things done.

How long are you staying?” Her gaze stayed straight ahead. “Not sure. Depends upon… things.” “What things?” Was he one of those items? “Well, whether or not I find Aiden. How Shannon does.” She left off there, and he winced. Best way to take a guy down—leave him off your to-do list. At

My world is so huge right now—when a Wide Iwish Rose puts her arms around my neck and calls me a silly daddy, my heart almost doesn’t fit in my chest. That Rosie—she isn’t just an idea. She’s more than I could have imagined if my imagination had gone into overdrive.” Franci was quiet for a moment. Then she put a spoonful of ice cream to his lips. “I know,” she said. “You’ve turned yourself into a wonderful silly daddy.” He swallowed the ice cream. “I need you to forgive me for the man I was… If you can.” “I forgave you when I saw you with our daughter. It’s all different now.” “I know I suggested marriage before, but you were onto me. I was just trying to check off the items on my to-do list. It isn’t like that now. I want to marry you because you’re the most important thing in my life. You’re the beat of my heart, Franci—the mother of my child, my best friend and my future. I love you more than anything. I love Rosie as much. I’d lay down my life for either one of you.” “Sean…” she said in a whisper, tears coming to her eyes. “I’m so sorry I had my head up my ass when we were together before—if I could do that whole time over, I’d prove to you that I’m not completely brainless. I love you, baby. You and Rose.” “I know,” she whispered. “We love you, too.” “Will you marry me?” he asked. He grinned. “Bite the dust with me? Spend our lives as husband and wife?” “I will, of course. You’re obviously useless on your own.” “We can plan a wedding or do it quick or wait to decide when I get orders—it’s up to you. Anything you want. But let’s get a license right away so we’re ready, because I need the official contract. I want to be your legal partner as well as your lover and best friend. And let’s get you a ring. Will you consider taking my name, baby? And let me give it to Rosie?” “Uh-huh,” she said, a fat tear rolling down her cheek. “It’s just details, honey—but the important part is right this minute, when we make the decision that we’re a family now.” “We’re a family now,” she said. “Whew,” he said. “I thought you’d probably say yes, but there was a little worry in the back of my mind that maybe I had more to prove. Thank you.” He leaned toward her and covered her lips with his. “Thank you,” he said again. “I love you so much. So let’s get the license and ring this week—what do you think?” She put her bowl on the bedside table. “I think my ice cream is soup, so you should close the door and take my clothes off. What do you think?” He grinned hugely. “I think I’m going to love being married to you.” *

Yo era tan pobre que el gobierno me lo pagaba todo

He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul…. —Psalm 23:2–3 (KJV) I grew up on a farm, doing chores after school and helping with garden or livestock during the summer. I worked hard as a farm wife and mother, and later held a demanding job with a church social service agency. Although I’m now retired, I’m still most comfortable with a never-ending to-do list. That’s why I said no when my husband, Don, asked me to attend a business conference with him. “There wouldn’t be anything for me to do,” I explained. “The resort brochure lists golf as the main draw, and I don’t play.” Don didn’t give up, so I reluctantly packed my suitcase and off we went. The hotel was surrounded by the golf course. There were four swimming pools, but the daytime temperatures were in the low sixties. For the first time in years I had nothing to do. No schedule, no phone calls, no meetings. To my great surprise, I enjoyed it! I read the entire newspaper and worked both crossword puzzles. I ate lunch outdoors amid an improbable but stunning landscape of palm trees and pines, grape hyacinths, honeysuckle, and a dozen types of cacti. Afternoons, I walked the easier trails, sat in the sunshine, and watched ducks paddle around a pond. Since there was nothing productive I could do, I didn’t feel guilty about not doing it. The best part, though, was the lesson I took home: God speaks most clearly when I don’t do; I simply be. Heavenly Father, thank You for teaching me to still my soul. —Penney Schwab Digging Deeper: Ps 46:10

concentrate on doing the best possible work you can in the time allotted for the task.

Here are the six major false theories that drive our current notions of success:         •  Never stop accomplishing. Stay continuously focused on getting things done. To achieve more and stay competitive, you’ve got to move quickly from one to-do to another, always keeping an eye on what’s next.         •  You can’t have success without stress. Stress is inevitable if you want success. Living in overdrive is the inescapable by-product of a fast-paced life. Suffering is inevitable and even necessary.         •  Persevere at all costs. Work to exhaustion; spend every drop of mental energy you have staying on task despite distractions and temptations.         •  Focus on your niche. Immerse yourself in your area of knowledge; by focusing exclusively on your field and becoming an expert in it, you’ll know how to best solve its problems.         •  Play to your strengths. Align your work with your talents. Do what you do best, and stay away from your weak areas. To discover your talents and weaknesses, be your own toughest critic.         •  Look out for number one. Look out primarily for yourself and your interests so you can successfully outperform the competition.

Yo era tan pobre que el gobierno de me lo pagaba todo

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him…. —Psalm 37:7 (NIV) Here are two of my favorite things: salads and multitasking. So combining them is like a cosmic explosion of awesomeness—until this happened. I was sitting at one of the neighborhood restaurants, eating a bowlful of spinach, grilled chicken, raw beets, toasted Parmesan, and spicy lime dressing. Meanwhile, my brain was working on overdrive, running through to-do lists for the rest of the day and thinking of witty observations to post on Twitter. My fingers were pecking at my phone, checking e-mail. I was getting things done; I was happy. And then it hit me: I couldn’t taste my salad. Or rather, I hadn’t tasted it for several minutes. I hadn’t noticed the crunchy umami flavor of the toasted Parmesan. I hadn’t sensed the tangy spice of the dressing on my tongue. I was not experiencing one iota of pleasure from this salad. I’ve heard about slowing down and living in the moment, but I had always assumed this sort of advice came from inefficient people, the nonmultitaskers of the world. Sitting there, eating my salad, I realized, though, that if I didn’t notice the gifts God was offering me in that moment, I was not merely opening myself up to stress and being overwhelmed, I was forgoing the pleasures that moment had to offer. So I turned off my phone and, as best I could, my brain as well, looked at my colorful salad, and thanked God for its delicious explosion of flavor. God, help me to slow down and to appreciate what this moment— each moment—has to offer. —Joshua Sundquist Digging Deeper: Eccl 5:18; Jn 1:16; Phil 2:13

Learning to deal with distractions is important. They come in many forms, ranging from noises, stiffness, itches, coughs, and general restlessness to mentally wandering completely offtrack (thinking about grocery shopping, your to-do list, and so on). First, do your best to prevent distractions from the start with proper room setup and by preparing yourself adequately. When you notice being distracted, quickly congratulate yourself for noticing. Say something to yourself like, “Good catch.” There is no need to beat yourself up or get analytical. Next, find something neutral that you feel comfortable silently saying to yourself to disengage yourself from distractions and bring your attention back to the present. Getting in the habit of using it is helpful both on and off the mat by increasing your capacity to stay alert and focused. Here are some ways to handle distractions: Say something like, “Oh, never mind,” or “Not now, maybe later.” Then gently bring your awareness back to the present.

Prayer (that is, being with Jesus) is our primary portal to joy. It's the best part not just of each day but of life. Prayer - of any kind - will always remain a chose, another task on our religious to-do list, until we come to realize that Jesus himself is our "exceedingly great reward." That the reward for following Jesus is, well, Jesus. It's the sheer joy of friendship with him.

Em seu livro best-seller O ritmo da vida, Matthew Kelly nos conduz para um propósito de vida universal de acordo com o qual acredito que todos nós deveríamos viver: nos tornarmos uma versão melhor de nós mesmos.

Por ejemplo, en contra del argumento vegetariano habitual, no es tan fácil calcular cuántos animales sufren y mueren cuando se adopta una dieta vegetariana, porque el cultivo a gran escala de plantas para el consumo humano altera radicalmente el medio ambiente del planeta, privando a una serie de especies animales salvajes de su espacio ecológico vital. Si cree que comer alimentos orgánicos y locales es sostenible, quedará sorprendido al hojear la literatura relevante o realizar algunos cálculos generales. Incluso el activista-periodista Michael Pollan, autor del best seller The omnivore’s dilemma: A natural history of four meals,[*] está de acuerdo en que no podemos alimentar a miles de millones de personas con el tipo de dietas que él y yo nos podemos permitir y encontrar con facilidad en la tienda de comestibles local. Pero aun así, argumentar que tenemos el derecho de comer todo lo que nos venga en gana, a pesar de los inmensos niveles de sufrimiento demostrables y los daños ecológicos que infligimos en el proceso, parece un poco cruel.

Sir Alfred Hitchcock decía que el cine era la vida sin sus partes aburridas. Los nuevos creadores opinaban todo lo contrario: para ellos el cine era la parte aburrida de nuestra existencia.

the more firmly you believe it ought to be possible to find time for everything, the less pressure you’ll feel to ask whether any given activity is the best use for a portion of your time. Whenever you encounter some potential new item for your to-do list or your social calendar, you’ll be strongly biased in favor of accepting it, because you’ll assume you needn’t sacrifice any other tasks or opportunities in order to make space for it. Yet because in reality your time is finite, doing anything requires sacrifice—the sacrifice of all the other things you could have been doing with that stretch of time. If you never stop to ask yourself if the sacrifice is worth it, your days will automatically begin to fill not just with more things, but with more trivial or tedious things, because they’ve never had to clear the hurdle of being judged more important than something else.

We mindlessly accept a meeting invite, because we are driven. We overtweak a presentation, because we want to be excellent. We go too deep into dashboards and data, because we want to be informed. We impulsively grab the next to-do on our list, because we feel we should always be active.

Beneath the previously mentioned disappointments on both sides and the disputes I have mentioned there lurked a deep-seated bitterness and disillusionment over the images of one another that we had fashioned for ourselves. Occasionally such feelings were expressed under the veil of an exchange of letters that the infant Stefan and I would leave out for each other. Stefan’s letters were in Dora’s handwriting, but they were written with Walter’s knowledge and possibly even with his participation. On June 20—six weeks after my arrival!—Stefan wrote me with reference to a letter of mine that, as far as I recall, never existed: Dear Uncle Gerhardt [sic]: Herewith I am sending you a better photo of me which has arrived in the meantime. Thank you very much for your letter; various things may be said about it, and that is why I am writing you, for if I visit you, you will again tell me so many things that I won’t be able to get a word in edgeways. Well then, first I must tell you that you ought to know I no longer remember. For if I could remember, I certainly would not be here, where it is so unpleasant and you are creating such a bad atmosphere; no, I long since would have returned where I came from. That’s why I can’t read the end of your letter. My mother read the rest to me. Incidentally, I have very strange parents; but more about that later. When I was in town yesterday, something occurred to me: When I grow up, I’m going to be your pupil. Better start thinking now. Best of all, start keeping a little book in which you note everything down. Now I will tell you something about my parents. I won’t say anything about my mother, because she is, after all, my mother. But I have all sorts of things to tell you about my father. You are wrong in what you write, dear Uncle Gerhardt. I believe you really know very little about my Papa. There are very few people who know anything about him. Once, when I was still in heaven, you wrote him a letter that made all of us think that you did know him. But perhaps you don’t after all. I think a man like that is born only once in a great while, and then you just have to be kind to him and he will do everything else by himself. You, dear Uncle Gerhardt, still think that one has to do a great deal. Perhaps I shall also think that way when I am a grown man, but now I think more like my Mama, that is, not at all or very little; and so all this to-do and the great excitement over everything seems much less important to me than which way the wind is blowing. But I don’t want to be smart-alecky, for you know everything much better. That’s the whole trouble. Many regards from Stefan

There was always something in her hands. For her—as indeed for many of us—an endless to-do list was her form of therapy, the measure of her time, the record of her productivity, a way to suppress whatever else might have been fermenting below. When you don’t stop, you don’t have to feel.

Debo, pues, tomar entre mis manos este espinoso pronombre. Os ruego que me perdonéis por todo este histrionismo; los escritores tienden a dramatizar un poco. El suyo es un oficio solitario que no suele deparar demasiadas emociones. Dejadme entonces que tenga mis espinas, dejad que las apriete, dejad que me haga un poco de sangre con ellas. Lo haré con mucho gusto. Dejad que las suelte cuando el dolor me resulte excesivo: será entonces cuando tengáis que conformaros durante un tiempo con ese «él». Dejad que George Verrey Smith las sienta en su carne corrompida. Es más fácil para mí así.

Debo, pues, tomar entre mis manos este espinoso pronombre. Os ruego que me perdonéis por todo este histrionismo; los escritores tienden a dramatizar un poco. El suyo es un oficio solitario que no suele deparar demasiadas emociones. Dejadme entonces que tenga mis espinas, dejad que las apriete, dejad que me haga un poco de sangre con ellas. Lo haré con mucho gusto. Dejad que las suelte cuando el dolor me resulte excesivo: será entonces cuando tengáis que conformaros durante un tiempo con ese «él«. Dejad que George Verrey Smith las sienta en su carne corrompida. Es más fácil para mí así.

No le importaba que el vestido se estuviera rompiendo. Había empezado a detestar la necesidad de llevarlo y todo lo que significaba. No podía quedarse en la cueva para siempre. Se puso a contemplar el mar, que rugía como si fuese un inquisidor. Se dio la vuelta y, mientras miraba un irregular pedazo de roca, se esforzó en no pensar quién era, ni según ella ni según ellos, porque sabía que todos estaban equivocados.

Emptying yourself of your best work isn’t just about checking off tasks on your to-do list; it’s about making steady, critical progress each day on the projects that matter, in all areas of life. Embracing work with this mind-set will not only increase your chances of tackling your goals, but will also make it all more gratifying.

El trabajo le repugnaba, el paseo lo cansaba, la soledad lo fastidiaba; la Naturaleza se presentaba ahora vacía ante sus ojos. Le parecía que todo había desaparecido.

pero todo impulso del sentimiento debe estar dirigido por la razón, y a mi juicio, el esfuerzo debe ser proporcional a lo que se pretende.

A more dubious form of positive procrastination was identified by Robert Benchley, one of the deadline-challenged members of the Algonquin Round Table. (His colleague Dorothy Parker gave her editor at The New Yorker the all-time best excuse for an overdue piece: “Somebody was using the pencil.”) In a wry essay, Benchley explained how he could summon the discipline to read a scientific article about tropical fish, build a bookshelf, arrange books on said shelf, and write an answer to a friend’s letter that had been sitting in a pile on his desk for twenty years. All he had to do was draw up a to-do list for the week and put these tasks below his top priority—his job of writing an article. “The secret of my incredible energy and efficiency in getting work done is a simple one,” Benchley wrote. “The psychological principle is this: anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.” Benchley recognized a phenomenon that Baumeister and Tice also documented in their term-paper study: Procrastinators typically avoid one task by doing something else, and rarely do they sit there doing nothing at all. But there’s a better way to exploit that tendency, as Raymond Chandler recognized.

While to-dos serve as a useful collection of our best intentions, they also tyrannize us with trivial, unimportant stuff that we feel obligated to get done—because it’s on our list. Which is why most of us have a love-hate relationship with our to-dos.

My mom’s got a lot on her plate. I try to help out when I can. She has this ongoing to-do list. Or as I call it, the Ta-Da List. Because it would be magic if we actually accomplished anything on it. But when you have this many small kids, it’s like continually cleaning up by yourself after a raging party you didn’t attend that happens every night. Which means my mother’s housekeeping style can best be described as ‘There appears to have been a struggle.

I’m a hustler and I work hard, but being a lazy person is my default. It’s what I do best. I’m a champion napper—I’ve even taken a nap in the Louvre among other weird places. I love chilling and day drinking and taking it fucking easy. But as it turns out, I’m not retired just yet, so I try my best to go against the lazy grain, which is why I always have multiple to-do lists going. Otherwise, I’ll to-don’t with everything and take a nap instead

In deceptively brief terms, Edison tells us: “I make trial after trial until it comes.” He and his team were willing to perspire, but he also knew what he would be doing with all those hours: trial and error. For the lightbulb, filaments were the key, and bamboo was the most promising material, so Edison tested every kind of bamboo to find the best. If Burns is to be believed, there were twelve hundred varieties of bamboo, and Edison tried each one. It sounds simple, and it was, but the way Edison defined the project also gave it a shape. He crossed off items from a to-do list. When we made our porting strategy for the web browser, we turned to something like Edison’s model. We knew the compiler would tell us about broken cross-references, and we examined all of them one at a time. We knew our FIXMEs would tell us where our code was weakest, and we studied the reports closely. Moving toward the Black Slab Encounter was a stepwise process, much like Edison’s search for the best bamboo. Edison did trial after trial with filaments; we went file after file in our build process and FIXME after FIXME trying to load a web page. Both projects were built on unglamorous grunt work, but the specifics matter. Edison wasn’t just trudging toward the horizon in a desert, hoping that the crest of the next sand dune would reveal an oasis—that sounds more like the way that Don and I wandered through our browser investigations in the weeks before Richard joined us. Instead, Edison searched specifically for the best kind of bamboo, and he was undaunted by the need to check a vast number of varieties. Each one he tested was an item crossed off and brought him closer to finding which one was the best. In the lead up to the Black Slab Encounter, we did the same. Even though Don, Richard, and I struggled with the tedium, we kept plowing through each file and FIXME.

Mis amigos son muy peculiares en cuestión de libros. Leen todos los best sellers que caen en sus manos, devorándolos lo más rápidamente posible…, y saltándose montones de párrafos según creo. Pero luego JAMAS releen nada, con lo que al cabo de un año no recuerdan ni una palabra de lo que leyeron.

My Top Eureka Moments: Focusing today is hard…really hard. But it can be learned. It can become a habit. Systems, processes, and routines trump willpower. Letting something go is sometimes the best way to complete it. A not-to-do list is more important than your to-do list. To attain knowledge add things every day; to obtain wisdom subtract things every day. The difference between successful people and very successful people is very successful people say no to almost everything. If you try to help everyone, you will end up helping no one. Neil Armstrong got it right…small steps lead to giant leaps. WWW: What am I doing right now? Why? What should I be doing? Focus on the important, not the immediate. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Minimizing maximum lateness (for serving customers in a coffee shop) or the sum of completion times (for rapidly shortening your to-do list) both cross the line into intractability if some tasks can’t be started until a particular time. But they return to having efficient solutions once preemption is allowed. In both cases, the classic strategies—Earliest Due Date and Shortest Processing Time, respectively—remain the best, with a fairly straightforward modification. When a task’s starting time comes, compare that task to the one currently under way. If you’re working by Earliest Due Date and the new task is due even sooner than the current one, switch gears; otherwise stay the course. Likewise, if you’re working by Shortest Processing Time, and the new task can be finished faster than the current one, pause to take care of it first; otherwise, continue with what you were doing.

Step 2: Work Out WHY You're Procrastinating This can depend on both you and the task. But it's important to understand which of the two is relevant in a given situation, so that you can select the best approach for overcoming your reluctance to get going. One reason is that people find a particular job unpleasant, and try to avoid it because of that. Most jobs have unpleasant or boring aspects to them, and often the best way of dealing with these is to get them over and done with quickly, so that you can focus on the more enjoyable aspects of the job. Another cause is that people are disorganized. Organized people manage to fend off the temptation, because they will have things like prioritized to-do lists and schedules which emphasize how important the piece work is, and identify precisely when it’s due. They’ll also have planned how long a task will take to do, and will have worked back from that point to identify when they need to get started in order to avoid it being late. Organized people are also better placed to avoid procrastination, because they know how to break the work down into manageable “next steps”. Even if you’re organized, you can feel overwhelmed by the task. You may doubt that you have the skills or resources you think you need, so you seek comfort in doing tasks you know you're capable of completing. Unfortunately, the big task isn't going to go away – truly important tasks rarely do. You may also fear success as much as failure. For example, you may think that success will lead to you being swamped with more requests to do this type of task, or that you’ll be pushed to take on things that you feel are beyond you. Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think "I don't have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won't do it at all." One final major cause is having underdeveloped decision-making skills. If you simply can’t decide what to do, you’re likely to put off taking action in case you do the wrong thing.

Step 3: Adopt Anti-Procrastination Strategies Procrastination is a habit – a deeply ingrained pattern of behavior. That means that you won’t just break it overnight. Habits only stop being habits when you have persistently stopped practicing them, so use as many approaches as possible to maximize your chances of beating them. Some tips will work better for some people than for others, and for some tasks than others. And, sometimes, you may simply need to try a fresh approach to beat the “procrastination peril”! These general tips will help motivate you to get moving: Make up your own rewards. For example, promise yourself a piece of tasty flapjack at lunchtime if you've completed a certain task. And make sure you notice how good it feels to finish things! Ask someone else to check up on you. Peer pressure works! This is the principle behind slimming and other self-help groups, and it is widely recognized as a highly effective approach. Identify the unpleasant consequences of NOT doing the task. Work out the cost of your time to your employer. As your employers are paying you to do the things that they think are important, you're not delivering value for money if you're not doing those things. Shame yourself into getting going! Aim to “eat an elephant beetle” first thing, every day! If you're procrastinating because you're disorganized, here's how to get organized! Keep to do list so that you can’t “conveniently” forget about unpleasant or overwhelming tasks. Prioritize your To-Do List so that you cannot try to kid yourself that it would be acceptable to put off doing something on the grounds that it is unimportant, or that you have many urgent things which ought to be done first when, in reality, you're procrastinating. Become a master scheduling project planning, so that you know when to start those all-important projects. Set yourself time-bound goals  : that way, you’ll have no time for procrastination! Focus on one task at a time

Letting go of comparison is not a to-do list item. For most of us, it’s something that requires constant awareness. It’s so easy to take our eyes off our path to check out what others are doing and if they’re ahead or behind us. Creativity, which is the expression of our originality, helps us stay mindful that what we bring to the world is completely original and cannot be compared. And, without comparison, concepts like ahead or behind or best or worst lose their meaning.

Some of us end up doing a lot of good things, but we never get around to doing the best thing. Because when you get sucked into the tyranny of the urgent (what a great phrase, by the way), you put off what’s really important. When you say yes to everything, you say yes to nothing. The work the Father gave you to do gets put on the back burner, at the bottom of the to-do pile. This is a tragedy because you’re robbing the world of your much-needed contribution.

While to-dos serve as a useful collection of our best intentions, they also tyrannize us with trivial, unimportant stuff that we feel obligated to get done—because it’s on our list. Which is why most of us have a love-hate relationship with our to-dos. If allowed, they set our priorities the same way an inbox can dictate our day. Most inboxes overflow with unimportant e-mails masquerading as priorities.

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