Tales from a serial and regretful procrastinator
BASICALLY — to have the right to complain about failure (or even lack of success), you must have sufficiently given one’s all to the task. If you haven’t, you’ll never know if you failed or just never reached a point of success enough.
This plagues me every day. I measure the success of a day (small milestones, I know) based on if I feel I was productive “enough”. This vagueness in my life and my success-measuring metrics wasn’t something I strongly reflected upon until my therapist pinned it down as one of the main reasons for my anxiety. I can fit almost every issue/conflict that I face into the same framework — procrastination with work, fights with my SO, lack of a consistent fitness schedule (and the eventual body-image issues). There is no concrete metric that I define before embarking on any goal journey, even if it is just my day’s eventual progress. And that truly hampers the feeling of accomplishment that I so desperately crave.
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