How not to procrastinate -Just Do It !

Okay here is a big confession - I think I am the biggest procratinator in the world!
I have big plans, tasks, ideas. I also know I am capable of doing them. But then, I just can't get myself to start them, or stop them midway. Even small simple chores.
Distractions. Big time !!
I have to dissect this. At the end of the day the procrastination only leaves me guilty and more often than not disgusted and ashamed at myself.
What is it?

#Does instant gratification score more over long term happiness?
# Self control is below zero?
# Or is it perfection or a fear of failure? Do I expect too much of myself, that I am even afraid to start?

How do I go about tackling this . It is becoming a habit, a whirlpool that I am getting sucked into. Unless I consciously pull myself out of it, I might get sucked in.
Okay, so let me start with a few quick things.

# Set  a miniscule set of goals each day. Could be something like sorting just a small section of clothes (maybe even just the lingerie), or making sure I set aside ten minutes to sow those coriander seeds I have been meaning to forever.
# Break down big tasks into small achievable tasks. That way it seems more doable and less daunting.
# Turn off temptations. Maybe switch off wifi for the amount of time I have set to work. Turn off the notification sounds from all messengers/ social media/ email services etc.
# Some tasks like daily chores which do not require any creativity can be set to a timer. That way I will work to achieve a self set deadline.
# Set reminders and alarms for taking medicines/ exercise or any others however mundane or small, but is getting put off or forgotten
# Do something different in between tasks to set off boredom.

Hopefully these techniques help me. Right now I am happy I wrote this and didn't put it off. Yayy! One goal of the day achieved :-)

For now let me "Just do it, and then sit back and wonder, "how did I manage to do it?" " !!

A Good Day

Mornings - 

Hectic, frenzied, crazy. Bathrooms always occupied. The kitchen warm and smelling of breakfast. Crisp newspaper. Hot tea. School uniforms.Ironed, hot, fresh. Innocent prayers. Bags , shoes, lunchboxes packed. Tears wiped. Smiles. Hugs.Children packed. The husband packed. 

I love mornings. What's not to love about them. Routine- It is comforting.

Silence. Can hear all the voices and noise in the head now.

The wait before the kids are back from school. Till then it's me and the voice. Be kind to me today. My voice. Let's be good to each other.
Make Peace.

Spring is here again

 I sit here staring at the screen in front of me. My fingers are hovering over the keyboard for quite a while before I start typing some random words into the text box.
This post is not about anything. It is not  enlightening or inspiring or even informative.
It is just a few black alphabets coerced to align themselves to form some semblance of sentences.
The structure is right. The sentences do not deviate much from grammar.Yet, of what use is this?
Does everything need to have a purpose, a deeper meaning? Does every story need a plot? Can't beautiful vivid tales be spun with no sudden twist or turn?
Anyway, this post is for me. These random , arbitrary collection of words have somehow managed to convey a deeper purpose to me. That, I should begin now. A new beginning .I have songs to sing.
I will sing everyday.

The song bird has arrived

Flapping my wings, which were tied all these years in self restraint and self doubt.

I have a song in my heart.It may not be the sweetest but it fills me with a sense of joy.
And I am here to sing it full throated.

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." — Anaïs Nin