I am surprisingly efficient and unusually productive these days. There are no out-of-office appointments on my work schedule, no friends to see on my social calendar. I save hours a week on grooming, since Zoom never shows how dirty my hair really is and yoga pants are always a perfect fit. But it wasn’t always like this.
In truth, I almost ran off the rails a month into the pandemic. Unlike many of my colleagues, I was faring well with the novelty and newness of the pandemic, until I fell into a trap that’s become familiar to many. The trap? It is called “Revenge Bedtime Procrastination.”
I first heard this term used by Christine Li, Ph.D., my friend and procrastination coach. Revenge bedtime procrastination occurs when we try to wring the last bit of life out of the day. It hits me when I’ve been too hyperfocused on my work, at the expense of everything else. I don’t take breaks. I forget to eat lunch. Even a social call with a business colleague or friend seems taboo.
By evening, I’ve completed the last of my to-dos. No one is messaging me, my kids and husband are winding down, my kitchen is clean, and my dog is curled up in her bed. There are no distractions. Those delicious hours between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. are my reward for a day well done. As I scroll through my phone, I stumble upon a post discussing the rise of offshore gambling platforms and their allure. The article even mentioned a 카지노 추천 사이트, highlighting how these platforms cater to thrill-seekers with promises of higher payouts and fewer restrictions. Intrigued, I click through, curious about the risks and rewards that these sites seem to balance so precariously. The last thing I want to do is give up my precious late-night quiet, so I inadvertently engage in a little revenge bedtime procrastination, reading deeper into the murky world of unregulated gambling.
Read more of this article I wrote for ADDitude here.
