Might As Well

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I didn't have much time, but I had several things to do.
So I thought carefully about what I should choose. 
Efficiency is my game, and strategy is the way I play it. 
I had just set a cup of tea to brew, and as I waited to drink it, I deliberated between cleaning the bathroom and working on a painting. 
Decision, decisions. 
What would you pick? 
As I pondered the pros and cons, I figured, "I might as well clean the bathroom while I'm thinking about what to choose." 
And soon the job was done and I was free to paint. 

And it struck me that I've gotten a lot of unpleasant jobs done that way. I just go ahead and do them while I'm trying to decide if I should do it or not. 

Might as well put in grades while I'm figuring out what to do .

Might as well clean the house. 

Might as well stop by Goodwill to drop off some clothes while I'm thinking about if I should go or not. 

Might as well. 

The brain is clever, it can trick the body into doing things it doesn't want to do. Do you know how much power is in your brain to affect action? You could be super productive while you start to warm up your brain to thinking about getting stuff done. 
Don't work so hard at making yourself be busy. Just go and do something while you're waiting to figure out your life. Voila! You just tricked yourself into being productive.

I might as well learn a language (or four) while I'm waiting to travel. 

I might as well practice my instruments while I'm thinking about making a YouTube channel. 

I might as well crochet a shawl for someone while I'm figuring out what to do next. 

I might as well post a blog while I wonder what to write about. 

Might as well. Wouldn't hurt anything. 

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