Kaizinga!

I'm as tired as an old joke tonight. I was up at five a.m. after a slow trickle of sleep, the feed torn from my arm long before my vein belly was filled. Two hour meeting at the job, then off to celebrate my daughter's seventeenth birthday with movies and more movies, junk food on top of junk food served between two cupcake pizzas and 64 oz. Crisco sodas all around. Got a little nap, then unsleepytime misery, trying to crawl from the grave into the living room and a little fun with The Sims. She had a great day.

Now, though, still running on the distant memory of fumes, all I want to do is sleep. But I'm Kaizening myself into getting some things done. It's a Japanese philosophy of improvement for corporations, but as Kaizen applies to an individual, it's basically conning your lazy ass into doing something by taking on a ridiculously small piece of it. 

"I'm just going to fold one shirt."

"I'm just going to write one sentence."

"I'm just going to walk twenty feet."

And maybe you do just that, which is something you wouldn't have otherwise done or, which is often the case, you do a bit more because you're there anyway. It's good for getting something from yourself when you don't want to give anything.