I don’t think of competition as a socialist term. When I hear the word competition, I think of capitalism. Whatever your leanings, we are all competing, and, get this, we do so even when on one else is playing.
As soon as we wake up, we enter into competition mode. The coffee or tea or orange juice competes with sleeping in. All drinks may compete with each other for our attention. What we are to write today competes with reading. What we read competes with newspaper, Internet, books, blogs.
It just keeps going. It is why we have bucket lists. For me, it is the only way to bring what is most important to the forefront. When writing is on my bucket list, it gathers an importance it didn’t have before. Other uses of my time still compete, but writing now has a star next to it.
I need stars like I need deadlines; otherwise I am too lethargic. I live in the moment. Whatever I am doing right now takes precedent over what I am supposed to be doing. I am like a cat lying in the sun.
It is then I look at my schedule. It points out deadlines of which the bucket list items are high on the list. As deadlines become closer, nothing else can compete. It is then I run on fear of failure. Deadlines serve me quite well.