<p>Am I alone in feeling like the major obstacle in my life is focus and time management?</p>
<p>I find it incredibly difficult - threatening, even - to start anything "long-term." Anything that would take more than a day to finish. Even more than an hour takes huge effort. It's gotten so bad that I often won't start an essay until midnight, and this is coming from someone who loves to read and write.</p>
<p>I see this trend everywhere in my life. </p>
<p>My desk is filled with long to-do lists; half the items never get finished - or even started. It's worst for long-term goals: I'm going to self-study this, or improve on that. These goals just keep piling up. I'll look at them every once in a while, but a quick mental shrug (of anxiety?) just brushes it away.</p>
<p>I've realized that all my life I've basically coasted on the "short term." I get great grades, near-perfect test scores, all because I'm just naturally gifted and because it's possible to get away with cramming for tests or homework the night before. But in concrete, substantial accomplishment I fall short, and it's hardly for lack of ambition. If anything, I have too much ambition, and it gnaws at me. I've realized that this is why I didn't get into the colleges I wanted to, all while I've witnessed people who were not as intelligent as me - yet who probably accomplished more than me - get into the colleges I wanted to.</p>
<p>At the same time that I hate this inability to focus and manage my time, I succumb to it. I try drawing out schedules for the day and allocating time: it works for a while but I eventually begin ignoring it. I try breaking big goals into small chunks, but that does nothing for me.</p>
<p>This foggy sense of unease that always occupies my mind when I try tackling a goal seems almost an inseparable part of me. And at the same time that my unease makes me ignore the big picture, I, paradoxically, obsess over it and every small detail under it. Maybe it's just all the distractions that surround me, for at school I am much more efficient. Maybe I'm incredibly impulsive and insecure, driven by sensation-seeking, intoxicated by dreams of long-term ambitions but always choosing to read a random online article instead of doing actual work. Maybe I'm burnt out from years of academic work, and maybe the long lists of plans I keep making are what tires my mind.</p>
<p>After devastating disappointment in the college process (objectively, I'm going to a fantastic top college; relative to my peers, I feel crushingly inferior), I've spent weeks beginning a long, drawn-out process of planning for my future, and all the things I tell myself I ought to do to make up for the perceived "deficiencies" of the past four years. But I realize any goal I have is going to be futile so long as I myself stand in my own way.</p>
<p>I feel like this is a hopeless, intractable problem, something I'll just have to grind through for the rest of my college career, and beyond, succumbing to acceptance of the fact that despite my self-perceived intelligence, I'm just never going to do "great" things. But I don't want to.</p>
<p>I've realized that nothing separates me and all the paragons of success that exist out in the world, except this inability to focus and dedicate myself. I could accomplish wonderful things, if only I didn't have this problem - or so I tell myself everyday.</p>
<p>Just a a lot of venting. I know many people have these experiences too.</p>