Part I in this series focused on the positives of procrastination as a way of allowing ideas to germinate in the headspace you create when doing very little.
Which is great, until I remember that just sitting around having ideas without acting on any of them is basically loafing. And it’s not helping my cash-flow.
But what to do? I am preternaturally disposed toward hibernation. Yes: in October. How then to motivate myself to get my arse in gear and start a business, when winter is practically upon us and I should probably concentrate on keeping warm..??
3 task challenge
Well, over dinner the other night, I casually mentioned to my gentleman friend* (as my great-aunt Lizza calls him) that there were a few things I wanted to get done this week for my business stuff. He shared a few of his own. We decided it’d be a good idea for each of us to email the other with our top 3 tasks each Monday, with a deadline of Thursday to complete them or chase their progress.
If that sounds a little too 90s New Age self-help:
Bleurgghh. Don’t worry.
This is gamification, baby. You versus me. Boy against girl. Pure, raw, primal competition. Type A against Type A+ (me, natch). Grrrrrrrrrr. Bring it.
See. It works. You’re already feeling pumped up and ready to take on the world. Or at least to send that email you’ve been putting off for weeks.
Let me tell you, I got more done on that Monday than in the two weeks prior. And a Monday following a boozy, lost weekend, no less … unheard of. And the gentleman friend*? Well, last time I checked, he was consoling himself with his first loser podium place. Better luck next time, punk.
So post your 3 tasks for this week on this blog. Then pick yourself a mutual motivator – it needs to be someone who will be merciless in their mockery if you bail – and set that weekly email.
You need to send your list of 3 tasks by 11am on a Monday and follow up with your buddy on Thursday.
Let the games begin!
* Ps. I asked him what he’d like to be called for the purposes of this blog and he said “The Mack Daddy”. Class. Who am I to deny a man such a simple pleasure…? So from now on, “The Mack” it shall be.
I refused to add a photo of Mark Morrison.
For those of you unaware what “Mack Daddy” means, here’s a helpful definition: