I’ve been having anxiety dreams all this week mostly related to the things in my life that I keep putting off that I really, really, really know I should be doing. This has also lead to me waking up early even to the point at finding myself in the gym at 7:30 on Wednesday (something I have been unable to repeat since). Last night the dreams weren’t so much anxiety related as directly telling me to stop putting these things off and get them done. I’d even take a stab at some neo-Jungian dream interpretation and suggest that my subconciousynessness was pointing out how much better I’d feel once I’d done it.

The main thing I’ve got to do (which is very much a “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned!” confession) is fill in an accident report form for a car crash I had last month in which I was not entirely blame-free, owing to being in fucking Milton bloody Keynes, graveyard to 10,000 unwanted roundabouts and trying to get around one of these roundabouts in the wrong lane. Not clever, nor pretty and ended up having someone go into my back-end which, if I were Julian Clary or Graham Norton, would be as innuendo laden as you might expect. As is ever the case in times of stress like this, I tend to bury my head in the sand rather than just squaring to it like a man and dealing with it directly.

Then there’s my company accounts. While I’m not behind on them at all, it’s a month until year end and I really need to sort them out as soon as I can so that I can hand them over to my accountant. Admittedly I did start these last night but that was more of a way of putting off doing the things that I should have done already.

I also need to finish building a website for a friend-stroke-client. I know he’s in no hurry for it because he’s amazingly busy but I have a couple of pages left to put together and some (very) minor CSS issues that I need to sort out and fiddle with some graphics. Which reminds me - I’ve still got a 95% complete template for this blog lying around somewhere which would actually finish the redesign that I started something like 18 months ago. I hate the design of this blog but then again, I think most people who actually do read it do so via a feedreader so really, why bother? (That’s a rhetorical question!)

Finally, the sceenplays I’m working on. And the short films I’ve planned/planning. Oh, and submitting my micro-short into that Virgin Media competition thing! Must get that done. In fact, must get the credits redone to make them less, well, crap! Or I could just say bollocks to it and send it in as is to save myself the hassle.

Finally, finally, I need to get back into training again. I don’t have any imminent events but the one I do have lined up, the London Rat Race, is at the end of September and I want to be far fitter than I currently am at the moment. Also, I’m struggling with no longer being in the prime of my life and feel I need to prove that I’ve still go it. (Prove to who? Myself, obviously. No one else gives a shit!)

There is one other thing that I want to do as well which was something that happened in the dream last night. I’ve been idly thinking about it on and off for a year or so and in December thought about it with a little more seriousness. It’ll sound quite sad but it was something I read in a “100 things to do before you die” type meme article thing and that was to write a letter to someone you admire or whose book/music/film you’ve enjoyed. So I figured that I should write to Terry Pratchett to say cheers ears for providing me with so much entertainment and amusement over the best part of the last 25 years (which is a quarter of a fucking century!). I’m sure that his response in his usually cynical and condescending attitude that he always seems to have will be something like “Yeah, whatever, fuckwit!” but so what. I’ve been a fan since reading Colour of Magic back in 1984 or something and have read everything since so why shouldn’t I just say Thank You to him.

What have you been putting off?