My twitter bio reads "Always trying to do too much."
It stands as the perfect testament to my personality. And it represents an untenable position. One that prevents me from excelling in anything, because I find everything too interesting and can't set priorities.
Indeed, as I sit here on my couch, chores of cleaning my excessively dirty kitchen, scooping the cat box, vacuuming, doing 6 weeks of laundry and going to the bank, mall and grocery store waiting for me, I am instead trying to catch up on 3 weeks of neglected blog-reading, listening to NPR so as to stay abreast of the days news and fluff stories, perusing itunes for the latest, reading movie reviews written about films I won't ever have the time to see and putting off my yoga practice, I see that something, really, has got to give.
I didn't even mention all the work I've got lined up for myself in terms of networking with professors and my rigid insistence that I never sacrifice social events for other obligations.
When did I become so disciplinedly undisciplined?