getting shit done: the art of pimping out your organizational system
for maximum speed and optimum pleasure.
there’s a chain of events that causes your splendidly planned
organizational system to purr like a finely tuned ride or sputter and
clunk like some shitty car, an example for which i can’t think of right
now. never mind that. the question is: after all this work organizing
everything, are you actually getting shit done now, and if not, why
not? have you streamlined the seven hours of work you used to do into
one hour in order to spend six hours staring at your thumbs? or do you
now know exactly what each next action is and everything is so clear
it’s scary? have you gotten so clear you’ve thrown the action list out
your window, for fear you might actually get all your shit done? what
happens if you do get everything done? what will tether you to this
earthly realm? if there’s nothing more for you to do, will you still
have a purpose? it’s ok, you didn’t have a purpose in the first
place–at least, not one that’s fulfilled by the items on your action
list… but i digress.
procrastination: your secret weapon.
do you believe that there are uber-organized geniuses whose sheer
throughput you will never surpass? yeah, i guess there are. but you
and i, we’ve got the next best thing: the secret weapon of
procrastination. ever try to get one thing done all day, like writing a
business plan, avoid it for hours and hours on end, and subsequently
get 18 other things done instead? i just installed a keyboard tray,
cleaned my apartment, cleaned out two closets and sorted out two boxes
of crap to go to goodwill, worked out at the gym, met with two clients,
answered ALL of my email, and worked on my website. all under the
ominous threat of writing a business plan. everybody that gets anything
done has a secret procrastionation weapon. you think bill gates just
gets shit done cause he’s perky? no! he’s probably got to take the
garbage out at his house, and he’s a neat-freak, so he goes to work all
day just to avoid it, and earns three billion dollars, so he can pay the
housekeeper to do it.