Ah procrastination, sweet, sweet companion procrastination. I am a deadline girl. Tell me something needs to be done by “XYZ” and I’ll get it done. Give me a loosey goosey, “Would you could you if you don’t mind,” assignment and watch it age like a piece of cheese in the sun. It stinks. I tend to multi-task far too much. That puts my brain into overload mode and then I zone out. Sometimes I forget something little – other times – something that makes me apologize 1000 times and still feel like a jerk. I try to do so many things that I end up procrastinating on some, many or all of them. Not good.
I am making a conscious effort to start a task and finish it. I’m starting slowly. So now in the morning, instead of filling the water tank in the coffee pot then going to the freezer to get the gluten free waffles and then checking my email and then going to the laundry room fridge for juice boxes and then checking my facebook and then getting the sunflower seed butter and jelly out of the fridge and then checking my Tweetdeck and then wondering why the hell there’s no coffee ready for me to drink… I am opening the cabinet, getting out the filter, pouring in the Starbucks whateverhasthemostcaffeinebecauseGodknowsIneedmoreenergy coffee and hitting the start button. It’s a small victory over procrastination which for me is really a case of being really scattered.
I admit to sometimes procrastinating on purpose. I literally whisper to myself, “You’re a grown up and you don’t have to empty the dishwasher right now, Kim.” It feels kind of naughty to put something off just because you can. Am I crazy?