Procrastination. I do believe I must be the president of this fan club. My husband’s favorite saying is “things you leave to the last minute, only take a minute”. Not perhaps the best mantra with regards to quality, but a nice attempt at putting a positive spin on my secret afflictions.
I have long been infected with procrastination. There are many things I know I need to do at some point, but I put off doing them until the last possible second. Like the dentist. Or paying taxes. Ok, let’s see a show of hands of people who are just now realizing that the tax deadline is looming close. How did it get to be mid-April so soon?
Along with procrastination, I suffer from avoidination. These are things I absolutely avoid doing, with no real intention of ever getting around to doing them. My garage is a good example. We moved to our new house five years ago, and yet there are still boxes in the garage I have yet to unpack. Safe bet I don’t really need whatever is in them. Every few weeks my husband and I talk about the need to clean out the garage, but do we ever do anything about it? No. Not even close.
Another malady I am afflicted with is distractination. This is when I set out to accomplish a certain task but then the dog throws up, and the kids fight, and the phone rings, and dinner needs to be made, and I need to get the laundry in, and, and, and… somehow by the end of the day, despite working awfully hard, I have not accomplished my goal.
So what are you? A procrastinator? An avoidinator? A distractinator? Pull up a chair and tell me all about it. I’m right there with you.