If there is one thing I wish I wasn't it's a procrastinator. I'm not sure how I came to be this way-- is it something that is just inherent? It's just deep in my bones? It's part of my dna? Perhaps. I don't really think I was "taught" this type of behavior-- it's just always been the way I AM.
I assume that when most people say the word procrastinate it leaves a sour taste on their tongue. But I've got to say that honestly, procrastinating kinda works for me. Here are a few examples:
Writing: When I was in grad school, my program was heavily weighted with writing assignments. And though I considered myself a decent writer, I really credit one of my professors (Ah-hem, Dr. Vernon) with helping me become a better writer. (You've probably figured out that I'm talking about very dry, research-based, school counseling and child psychology types of writing-- not interesting blog writing of course.) And though I would not procrastinate on the research portion of my assignments, (I spent many late nights in the basement of the good ol' Rod Library at UNI) I did procrastinate on the writing. A pretty good high school Government teacher (Ah-hem, Dad) taught me how to develop a detailed outline-- a skill that I relied heavily on when I got to college. The best part of developing a great outline was that the writing came easy-- stringing together the information behind the signposts with conjunctions and peppering the writing with phrases like "many researchers agree that...", and "there is little evidence to suggest that...", "and "in conclusion....". But I never actually sat down and typed the paper until two or three nights before it was due. (That gave me about a day to proof-read and review it) I always felt I did my best writing when I had a deadline approaching. I was more focused and didn't seem to have as much ADD as I normally do.
But in real life, procrastinating doesn't work as well for me. And unfortunately, it's not a habit that I've been able to kick-- and I really want to. I often find myself saying, "I'll do it later". "I'll do that tomorrow" "I'll do that this weekend" and of course, I never do because I tend to put it off until the next tomorrow.
What's really strange to me is that when I'm productive and get a lot accomplished, I feel really good and happy with what I've done. I just never want to do it and that outweighs the productive feeling that comes later. It makes absolutely no sense. (Kind of like how you feel so good after that run... but that good feeling just doesn't always trump that amazing feeling of not taking the first step out the door)
Right now, our house is messy, our laundry isn't done, dishes are in the sink, and toys are in the tub. There are things to be put away in the garage, things to sort in the shed, and decorations to put out/ away for the fall. Our guest room has become a "catch all" for things I'll do later. I have little projects I want to do someday, and little things I want to organize, not to mention an entire hamper of ironing that will probably stay wrinkly forever--or at least until I absolutely NEED something to wear.
So where does this leave me? Basically, it leaves me curled up in my big comfy chair doing unproductive things (like blog writing) on my computer. So I'm thinking that I just need a deadline. Someone needs to come visit us or stay in the guest room and then I'll have lots of motivation to get things accomplished. Maybe I'll even be motivated to spruce up the living room and try to make it look like Pottery Barn. (Very unlikely though) So who's up for hanging out in Spahnville for awhile?