I am reading a book called “Getting Things Done”. It’s quite famous, apparently, for helping disorganised bastards like me to sort their lives out, stop feeling out-of-control about “stuff”, and generally… get things done.
(Obvious joke about not being able to find the motivation/time/etc. to read the bloody thing…)
Self help books have never seemed right to me, somehow… but a friend left this on my desk at work, following a series of stressed lunchtime chats, and I am now on chapter two.
The fact that my blog hasn’t been touched since we went to Denmark months ago illustrates one tiny corner of the pile of undone things. There are billions of things, it seems, that I’d like to do, but feel too tired and distracted to focus on and do.
So, here’s to the 3428th time I’ve said something like “right - time to sort this out”.