Good morning, dear reader! If you are struggling with the whole “oh God where did that entire weekend just go?” feeling, remember that you are at the start of a mere four-day week. You can absolutely handle that. I have utter faith in you.
Like most people, I have a very love-hate relationship with deadlines. On the one hand, it’s nice to be given a sense of structure that will lead me to plan my time effectively, and discipline myself accordingly to ensure that my work is finished in time. On the other hand, deadlines also bring out the adolescent, “you can’t tell me what to do! I hate you!!”, stomping-off-to-my-room-and-slamming-the-door side of me. We may not like to admit it, but I think that that’s the case for a lot of us.
When we are teeny tiny, the deadlines are our parents’ to worry about: “shouldn’t he be walking by now?” “Was your daughter talking at this age?” “How long has he been stuck in that dustbin?” And so on. As we get older we take some responsibility for ourselves, most notably for the interminable GCSE coursework deadlines. (I’ve just remembered: I never handed in my Physics coursework. I just didn’t do it, on the grounds that I freaking hated Physics. How did that work? Why do I have a GCSE in a subject I didn’t do the coursework for? Worrying.)
By the time we reach the grown-up world of work, university and real life, we have supposedly learned to work to any deadline that gets thrown at us. Having said that, I would like to take this opportunity on behalf of uni students everywhere to say that module conveners really, really need to communicate better: having all of our essay deadlines within two days of each other is just not cool (although the managing directors of Red Bull and Nescafe must be very pleased with this state of affairs).
By now we have also reached the stage where we give ourselves deadlines in our personal lives: I want to be married by this age, I want to have been travelling by this time, and I want to have saved x amount of money before y happens. This is all very well and good, since it shows that we have learned that structure can be good for us and we have taught ourselves a sense of purpose and direction, but it’s also pretty scary.
Last night my friend Harry and I were having dinner in a Wetherspoons (obviously) and I made a sweeping declaration, ala Marshall Eriksen in How I Met Your Mother.
Me: I swear by THIS pepper pot…
Harry: Why the pepper pot?
Me: I dunno. Anyway, I swear by this pepper pot that if x has not happened by the time y occurs, I will no longer do z!
Harry: Good. Put the pepper pot down.
What Harry knows (and the poor pepper pot probably knows now, too) is that personal deadlines are all very well and good, but that we have to use them to grow and develop, not to limit ourselves. If we want to go travelling, we need to set ourselves a deadline for the trip that reflects the reality of our financial situation, visas and so on, not a deadline that will make us feel like a failure in twelve months’ time.
If we don’t manage to meet our personal deadlines, it doesn’t make us failures. It just means giving ourselves a bit more slack next time. The countries you want to visit and the things you want to save up for will still be there when you’re ready.
Have the kind of Tuesday that is worthy of folklore.