I think I have a terrible illness. It seems to be late-onset spring fever.
I am consumed with slackitude. I haven’t even finished unpacking from my move yet–and I moved at the end of April. Suddenly, it’s almost time for SkepchickCon! I was going to have all sorts of things done before then. Whoops.
I can’t seem to get started writing at work, or on my own personal writing projects. All I want to do is hang out, read books, and nap. I keep staring into space in my new office, instead of productively planning for fall semester.
I know that I should feel guilty, but I just can’t work up enough angst to change my pattern at the moment. I am really, really enjoying being lazy, which I suppose is understandable after 4 years of working constant overtime on my old job.
How do you motivate yourself to get work done? What works and what doesn’t work for you?