“If it weren’t for the last minute, I wouldn’t get anything done.” ~Author Unknown
Procrastination, I really should let you go, except that there’s this one little thing between us – we’ve managed to develop a very comfortable, albeit dysfunctional, relationship over the years. You whisper in my ear “there’s still plenty of time, no need to rush”, and “you know you always slide in under the wire and get it done”. And it’s true. I DO get it done.
I have a confession to make – I get a little thrill when I’ve backed myself into the corner that is a pressured, compressed deadline and then have to scramble to show that I’m good for my word. That’s messed up, isn’t it?
Procrastination, you’re like my charming husband smiling up at me from the sofa imploring me to join him for just a little while and then we will do that work together. Except then he falls into a sound sleep just before the work is to start. But there must be something about this cozy relationship of ours that’s working for me, or else I wouldn’t let you hang around like I do.
But I’m turning over a new leaf. Procrastination, your time has come. I am dumping you starting now. Okay, now. I mean now. Maybe tomorrow morning, first thing.