I have a problem with procrastination. Actually, I think the real problem is that I don't have a problem with procrastination, as in, I don't mind if I do it. A lot.
Case in point...
1. This morning I put away my final load of laundry from last week and celebrated, for the first time in over three weeks, the total completion of laundry. And tonight, it starts all over again.
2. My two-year old complained last week that the steps were too dirty. You know it is time to vacuum when someone who can't even spell their own name is offended by your mess. Lucky for her I crossed that off my done list over the weekend.
3. As you may remember, I am a list maker. I keep lists everywhere. I couldn't survive without someone reminding me at every corner that I need to clean up that old pile of toys on the porch or write thank-you notes. Perhaps my obsession with lists is also the root of my infatuation with guilt and my inability to shake that nagging feeling that I really shouldn't be resting on the couch when there are dishes to be done. But, I digress.... my actual point here is that lists are made to be re-made. I am forever looking at my schedule of tasks and trying to find new ways to do them later. If I spent as much time actually working through my lists as I do re-making them I bet I would have a lot more free time AND things would get done in a much more timely manner. What a novel idea.
So, you might be asking yourself, "Why is this crazy lady writing this? What's her point?" The point is… I'm writing this because I am surrounded by loads of mind-numbingly boring work with no due date. No obnoxious finger is tapping me on the shoulder asking to see the latest numbers or the earliest projections. With nothing to push or pull me I am free to procrastinate on as much as I want for as long as I want. For those of us who view procrastination as an “artistic challenge”, this is a very dangerous combination- work with no due date.
Good thing I have a due date. September 11, 2012.