August 1st, 2013: I've got 178 actionable emails in my inbox.
Being busy is qualitative & subjective topic, but, nonetheless — even if I leave out the stats from other channels of communications — I think this still is a pretty big number, even for the pros, whose everyday job is to deal with emails.
Guess what? I'm not one of them, I'm not aspiring to be — and I am overwhelmed.
Now, I like to play things sandboxed — I always have. Trust me when I say this, I've got more browsing profiles in my workstations than the fingers of my hand, and I've got more online-aliases than that of all my limbs' combined. Debloper, started as one of them, seems to have to grown out of proportion - the sandbox has broken, and it's messing with ME.
It's not I just have come to notice this.
The symptoms have been prevalent for quite a while now. Forgetfulness,
Lack of Attention, Lack of Personal Communications, Imperfect & incomplete task-executions, surprise-schedule for Food & Sleep — oh, I've fallen quite a height, really!
I've had called in a break which was long overdue — yet to catch it. But I don't think a break will do anymore. My lifestyle has to change. One can not spend the entire life visiting Gram'ma, eating whatever has been served — well, it's all sweet and all — but one has to say "stop, I'm full... please no more!" at some point.
A massive restructuring & interest-prioritization has to be in order - ASAP. Meanwhile, this post is the last try to keep the palms & fingers raised while the entire body is already under the quicksand. Also, for the rehab, I need time, which I'm cumulatively loosing - and last I checked, it wasn't selling in the black market.
The Devil's Advocate is playing on my head — the end part with free-will. Gotta make a choice — and it's coming... soon.