Procrastination

I’m beginning to think that procrastination is not such a bad thing. As one of those people who’s made a lifetime of never letting anything slide - not for a month, a week, a day, or even an hour - I always viewed procrastination as an unpardonable sin. When something needs to be done, just get it done. Don’t put it off. That was the way I saw it. No room for argument.

Now that I have more time on my hands, I’m looking at things a little differently, and I have to tell you, this is a radical sea change for me. I have been so highly organized over the years that literally every hour of every day was scheduled. This gal was no slacker. My to-do list, without fail, got done. One of my children even referred to me as the “busy bee,” and believe me, the nickname fit.

But I’m driving in a different lane now. Things are changing. Just the other day I noticed a tiny, almost undetectable fleck of chipped paint on a baseboard. It was the kind of thing that no one but me would ever notice. I just happened to glance down and see it as I passed by. And did I run to the storage closet, grab a can of paint clearly marked in sharpie “baseboard - dining room,” and then immediately fill in that nearly invisible speck? No, I did not. It’s still there

I’m oddly proud of this. I do that kind of thing frequently now. I see it as progress, and my excuse for all of this procrastinating? It’s the same every time. “I just don’t feel like it.” I know it’s lame. Actually it’s worse than lame. It’s weak, but I like it. It works. I’m going to keep using it. I’m gonna to stay in this lane.