An old leader in my community used to say that we do not want to end up being perceived as "administrative warriors." My old boss used to call the crud that builds up on your desk "administrivia," trivial details for the pogues in the rear with the gear. Not sexy, not cool. But hell, even the Transformers had an admin officer. Jazz! (Jazz music was really cool in the '80s and the namesake character spoke Jive and used funk as a weapon.) He was the coolest one, and ended up compiling everyones' timesheets and directing operations. That stuff doesn't just complete itself!
If you don't stay on top of that mess, it'll drag you down, Slick. In the assumption of responsibility for so much of our own data now, and the disappearance of a lot of yeomen, we must tell ourselves that we love this stuff. I'm an admin powerhouse. I'm an admin assassin. I'm no longer the bastion of motivation; I'm its foundry.
I'm trying to figure out the forms for college tuition, taxes, prioritizing them by urgence/importance, consulting organization manuals like Ron Gross' LPP, finding out what to complete first in order to enable me to complete other things, make schedules, make ticklers, set goals, keeping a log of positive advice, combining tasks, complete self-directed learning, establish goals, reap benefits, save the world, feel good. Why do I make running my life so complicated? The INFJ system of organization is a bit out of control, incomprehensible to others, and ultimately has made me wind up with a lot of procrastination. K.I.S.S. does not apply when you have scraps of paper with ideas and to serve as memory joggers instead of writing things down orderly. So I'm digging in and blasting my way out.
Stay on top of it!
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