If you asked me what helps me accomplish more things than anything else, I’d have to say deadlines.
If you asked me why I’m just shy of having an ulcer, I’d say deadlines.
Deadlines are what the world seems to be made of. And in a way, that’s great. Because deadlines provide the impetus to perform.
But it seems that often the deadline has to be looming, hanging over my head before it becomes powerful enough to keep me focused on the task at hand.
I may have bills to pay, but that doesn’t bring any pressure to bear directly on my ability to pay attention. And even the due dates don’t do much for me in that respect. There’s a huge disconnect in my mind between those bills and their due dates, and my getting a project done and submitted if it isn’t due, just so I can get paid.
But if that project has a due date …
Well now, that’s a whole new crock of butter, a whole different story.
You see, for some inexplicable reason, I can’t reconcile letting someone else down.
It all seems to be about being accountable, and I can’t really explain why.
Take this blog, for instance. My agreement is to provide an average of three posts per week. That means that I could publish four this week, and then two next week. If I were having a busy week I could publish one post and then catch up by publishing four the next and four the week after that.
Wait a minute … don’t they remember I have ADHD
Who would enter into an agreement like that with me? Well, someone who didn’t know me very well.
But one of the great advantages I’ve gotten out of my diagnosis and subsequent education is an understanding of some of the ways that my mind works.
A brilliant thing, that mind of mine … not.
Okay, I’m pretty bright, but I know I have issues and I know what some of them are. And vague wishy-washy agreements without deadlines just won’t work for me.
So I made my own deadlines, and decided that if I missed them, I’d be letting my end of the agreement down. Because I know myself that well, I knew this was true.
This is why you find a new post here at 6:30 AM, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The fact that it’s pushing midnight on Sunday evening as I finish this post up is why I’m sitting beside the large, economy sized bottle of ant-acid.
So deadlines … a blessing or a curse???
Well, both really. There’s no way I could get along without them, but I’d love it if we could keep them our little secret and just not tell my nerves. ‘Kay? Thanks.