Why is my life always revolving around deadlines?
It's bad enough with the publish-or-perish deadline-frenzy; that is still quite a perfectly understandable, even if barely acceptable, arrangement. It's understandable because that comes with being part of a bigger system, with having to participate in it and play by its rules. It's still within the limits of being acceptable as I've learned to let deadlines slide when necessary (crux being on being more liberal with deciding it's necessary to let the deadline slide, or alternatively, on being more selective and discerning in deciding it's necessary to actually submit haha).
But when other things start pick up deadlines of their own, especially when they're self-imposed, or pseudo-self-imposed ones, then that really is starting to become too much.
Oh well. Does nothing really get done without a deadline?