Attempted

There is this peculiar thing that takes place practically every Sunday night at approximately 4-5pm. It has taken place for myself and in the lives of people around me as I found out several weeks ago.

You see, I happily go to church on Sunday evenings. The service starts at 6pm and it takes me roughly half an hour to arrive. This translates to an uncanny, overwhelming need to be productive when the skies slowly start to dim and I realise that it's almost time to leave for church. Panic settles in. I have accomplished nothing all day. How did I spend my entire day watching a candle burn and drinking six cups of tea?! 

And suddenly, it's like a miracle has touched the productivity cells within me. I write 1000 words for an essay that's due tomorrow in 20 minutes. I clean my entire room and re-arrange my furniture. I  write half the study for youth group due 6 days away. I take over the world and have a heart-to-heart with the sun and we amicably agree that it will never again be winter* because winter is the worst. It is actually a mildly amusing experience being/watching me in the time leading up to leaving for church. The productivity and efficiency is impressive. And fairly irrational, but hey! I get stuff done. The meta-cognisant reflecting upon this faux-phenomenon makes me laugh and shake my head at myself. 

And also, to meta your minds even more; I chose precisely this topic because I have tried all day to get around to/in the mood to write something (even though I've been itching to) to no avail. Until I realised it's that magical time again. Voila. 15 minutes to go until I get picked up to get to church. *dusts hands off* Only way to do it.

*Perhaps just not ever winter in the immediate vicinity of me. Think Olaf's snow cloud but the antithesis of such. I understand the earth/humans need seasons. I am willing to be reasonable.