I'm what they call, a 'speed reader.' And about two months ago, my friend let me borrow this book by one of my favourite authors. I looked at the size of it and figured it would be easy to finish. I still haven't finished it. It's not that the book is challenging, it's that I literally cannot pull myself to read it. I only very recently have picked it up and enjoyed reading it. I'm halfway and I'm determined to finish it. I want to know what happens. Or at least I keep telling myself that.
You see, I keep telling myself I want to finish it. I know in life there are going to be things I don't want to do at all, but I'm going to have to finish anyway. It's hard when you have to do something that seems unnecessary or unpleasant, but it's in completing these tasks we tend to feel most satisfied. Worrying about a task seems to take more energy than doing it and then never having to think about it again. And to a person who has fatigue from their disease, the second option is way more preferable. I know it's not always possible, but I fight through the fatigue. It may not be good for my health, but sometimes it's just not possible to rest.
Why do deadlines always seem to come when your acting up?