“Never put off until tomorrow what may be done the day after tomorrow just as well.” – Mark Twain
A confession: I am a procrastinator. A horrible, horrible procrastinator. Give me a project, and I will always, ALWAYS wait until the last minute (college was fun, believe me).
Sometimes it works to my benefit – the stroke of genius that I don’t think I would have had otherwise. Sometimes I’m kicking myself for days afterward: there are projects that can be done better if only I’d put in that extra effort.
Today is one of those days. I’m procrastinating on a project by doing everything but. I woke up at 8:30. I ate breakfast. I went running (see? Now you know it’s serious). I came home. I called my mom. I put the clothes that have been sitting on my dresser for two weeks away. I put the dishes away. I am going to wash more dishes after I write this.I’ll take another shower. I’ll probably go to the bank. I might even do laundry.
You might look at this and say, “Uh, dumbass, that’s productivity.” To which I say to you, “No. It is not.”
I wonder where procrastination stems from. Maybe this is true of all people, but for me, it’s never knowing if what I create will be good enough. It’s easier to not do something than to attempt and fail (this is why I’ll never be a stand-up comedian, a carpenter, or a nun).
Eventually I’ll run out of things to do and have to focus on the project at hand. At which point, I will take a nap.