14 4 / 2012
Dealing with deadlines is one of my weakest points - I tend to leave everything for the last possible minute and this always results in a lot of stress. I don’t like the feeling, I don’t like the panic attacks, I’m afraid of failing and I don’t really understand why I keep doing this.
In the last couple of years, I’m trying to change it. Sometimes, it’s more successful than I’ve expected - I’m ahead with the tasks in my schedule and everything is calm and wonderful. It’s strange how my sense is telling me that this is not good and not right, and I keep doing it. My father says that it’s something he gave me - the laziness and the need to postpone important things… I don’t know, he might be right, but I’ll keep fighting… Oh, well, at least I admit it.