The Art of Procrastinating

May 30 2014,

Procrastination is an art. I've never gotten it, but hubby's gotten it down. The last time I procrastinated it bit me in the butt.

Remember when I was sick for a month and then ended up in the hospital?

Right before that I had a few things I needed to do.

1. Rake the leaves
2. Bring the car in for it's regular service
3. Take a shower

Bam, on November 1 I was on the couch and did not move off of there till December 1.

My neighbor across the street had not wanted to do the leaves. So when the leaves started to fall, she came out and said that we should leave the leaves alone and not rake until the last one had fallen. I stupidly agreed. By the time the leaves were all over the yard, I could not do anything except watch hubby from the living room raking the leaves. I won't be making that pact anymore, I'll be raking the leaves when I feel like it.

As for the car service, it wasn't a big deal - so a few days after getting out from the hospital, I made an appointment with the dealership and brought the car in.

The third item, "take a shower" was interesting. I was so sick that I would take a shower every other day because it was too tiring. The night that my neck started oozing, I had not taken a shower for two days. The whole day I had said that I should take a shower, but I never got to it. When it started oozing and we decided to go to the emergency room, it was too late. Subsequently, I was not allowed to take a formal shower for the next 5 days. Don't worry, I was able to wipe myself with water and soap.

Procrastination is unsettling for me. If I need to do something, it continuously nags me until I do it. It sounds something like my mother's nag.

If my list of things to do is more than four items, I need to start starting them down. The good thing about having a written list is when I cross one of them off, it really feels like a victory.

My list usually grows when I am ironing. It's the weirdest thing. When I am ironing fabrics (I don't iron clothes, hubby does that), my mind makes a list of things that I need to do.

Do you procrastinate? If you do, are you good at it?

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