Productivity is one of those things I feed off of. I feel this complete glee when I can get a lot done in one day. Whether It's going places. Writing chapters for a book. Doing chores on my own. Or waking up early and going to the gym before the sun rises.
Yet I find a lot more comfort in sitting on the couch, or cuddled up in bed behind a screen of some sort.
So you can see where my so called "Battle" takes place. A constant state of making lists, and seeing how efficiently I can get things done and done well. Making all these plans in my head of things I can do and how to do it, and in what order. Then I will have my alarm set for 6 a.m. Have that lists set next to my bed. and yet I turn it off and manage to talk myself out of everything on that list.
So when night time comes around again, and my irrational side gets upset at all the things I didn't do, or cant do which sometimes leads to a slight anxiety attack (I say slight because compared to other peoples, mine seem like nothing).
Though today Is a good day because I managed to get my butt out of bed and get to the gym before the sun could rise, made myself a healthy breakfast, and even did laundry (My mom knows how much I hate doing laundry)
In closing. Just a little in-site to the weird way my brain works, or tries to work because trust me. Somedays suck and other days Im killing the game (as Long as I have coffee and God)