Ten minutes.

Eyes are burning, you're so tired, but ten minutes and you can tick this off the list.

Drowning in To Do lists, habit trackers, daily tasks

tick tick tick 

This isn't anything, obviously but it must be done

"Write your memoir"

How to justify the self indulgence of writing about yourself

Too tired, you can feel your brain sluggish as it tries to turn words over inside it of it

but it's just rattling off to do lists

hair cut tomorrow, 1:30pm, curate August insta post, berate self for being the kind of person who curates a monthly instagram post, pack for work travel while being unbearably anxious about work travel, clean the cat litter, light off by midnight even if it's 11:58 that still counts, read for ten minutes, write for ten minutes

divide your time so thoroughly yet so inefficiently into unsustainable habits and tasks that nothing is ever done well. 

Think about the novel you want to write but never sit down to write it. Or at least, not for more than ten minutes.

Doodle things you wish you could draw well, but don't dedicate the time to practice and get better.

Read a lot but only two genres and mostly stuff that doesn't actually materially improve your mind.

Oh, and the New York Times mini crossword. Can't forget that.

11:45 - ten minutes of reading and light out by 11:58, doable. Goodnight.