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Becoming Time's Master

By
BlakkFrogg

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I cannot tell you how many times I've stumbled off to bed frustrated because I did not complete the tasks I meant to finish. I simply ran out of time. Sometimes I even thought time ran out on me, but then I remembered time has no legs, so that couldn't have happened.

Seriously, though. I knew for sure that I had more than enough time to get my work done. What the hell went wrong? Did I mistakenly schedule to many tasks for too small an amount of time and not realize it? Had I lost my touch? Even worse, had I finally flipped my lid and lost my mind in the process?

Scheduling 28 hours a day for work (both porn and non-porn), and yes I meant to say 28, seemed like my only option. So, with that in mind, I began spending every waking moment that some other obligation had not tied up slaving away at my porn projects....

Man oh man did I become a verrrrry exhausted Frogg in a short amount of time -- like three or four weeks. As if not having the ability to speak without slurring were not enough to depress me, I still had not caught up on all my projects! In fact, some had fallen even FURTHER behind schedule!

At that point threw my hands in the air and said, "That's it. This is ridiculous. I cannot possibly do anymore than I am. I'm not superhuman, I'm not blessed with special powers and I sure as hell don't think drinking any (more) of those energy drink things is going to help." (special note: drink enough of those things in too short a time period and you get weird sensations all throughout your body and you begin twitch a lot.)

As disenchanted with myself and the workload as I felt, I knew giving in and quitting did not make sense. I'd already invested too much time and energy into the porn biz and I still saw a number of opportunities that I wanted to explore, and if possible, plunder like a possessed pirate.

I knew I needed time away though so I admitted myself to a local psychiatric ward... oops. Wrong story.

Actually, I made up my mind to take a few weeks off from the porn routine and spend more time enjoying life and not think about work so much.

Then, maybe a week into my self-proclaimed vacation, while cruising down the road on my motorcycle, I had a serious brain cramp. "Work smarter, not harder." Thankfully I don't mind the occasional cramps in my brain or I'd have dumped the bike for sure!

Instead I turned the bike around, headed home and began to remember all sorts of things I'd heard and read over the years from motivational speakers, self-help instructors, and yes, even my parents.

The first thing to stick in my thick skull sounded something like this: "TIME IS EVERYONE'S WORST ENEMY." Wow. All these years I thought it just hated me. Felt great to finally accept the fact that it hated us all equally. But I was still no closer to solving my time problems... or so I thought.

Immediately upon my return to the workspace in my apartment I had another brain cramp. Ouch. Two in one day? Yeah, the second one actually did hurt. I forgot about the pain quickly, though, once the cramp turned into wisdom. "The main difference between successful people and myself was they had already figured out how to manage time's rude behavior and I had not."

In an instant I began the task of setting goals, organizing my thoughts, making my workspace look more like an office than a garbage heap, condensing my numerous gallery and site lists, making a simple-use-gallery submission page and most importantly, I dedicated certain times of the day to specific tasks. No more wishy washy agendas or letting ICQ, email or random surfing interfere with the things I not only wanted to get done, but NEEDED to get done.

In one week's time traffic through all my main projects had risen, the sales figures showed signs of improvement and I no longer hated time. In fact, I felt that time now worked FOR me instead of against me.

Yeah, sure, I even now I still put in a boatload of time, but at the end of the day I feel satisfied with the knowledge that I've accomplished something and can start tomorrow's projects on-time rather than two or three weeks later than I'd planned.

Time hates you as much as it does me. Get organized, stay focused, and don't let incidental stuff get in the way of real progress. If you can follow that small piece of advice and you already know you want out of the porn biz, you stand a good chance of getting it quicker than you think.

Blakk Frogg