Saturday, February 5, 2011
Procrastination: Trains stop at train stations; Buses stop at bus stations; On my desk is a workstation.
If I were Catholic I would be crowned the Pope of Procrastination. If I worked the casinos I would be the Dealer of Distraction. If I were a snow-covered peak I would be the Avalanche of Avoidance. You get the idea.
(I alert you I'm also the Ally of Alliteration-- but I digress, I do.)
It's very frustrating and adds to my stress but I persist in putting off tasks/projects until the last minute. I've analyzed it.. There are a number of reasons why I procrastinate. Sometimes, I fear the magnitude of a task and simultaneously question my ability to manage it. I will then delay my perceived forthcoming failure as long as possible. There are times when the task or responsibility is distasteful or undesirable; consequently I avoid the unpleasant issue as long as possible. Other times I invest a task with more difficulty than it actually contains--I blow its magnitude out of proportion--and avoid facing it until absolutely necessary. At times, quite frankly, I would rather play than work and I choose to play now and work later. Much later.
Unfortunately, analyzing it--as I have just done--does not necessarily change it. In fact, too much mere thinking about it could prolong my avoidance as I succumb to the paralysis of analysis. Maybe Nike was right--just do it.
The Scriptures in which I attempt to ground my life certainly do not support my procrastinating. The sacred text contains phrases like "THIS day choose. . . " and "THIS is the day. . . " Not tomorrow, later or whenever.
I'm trying, I think. On the one hand, I grimace at the realization that I have procrastinated in sitting down and blogging about my tendency to procrastinate That's a sorry look in the mirror. On the other hand, I did do it THIS day and I detect a slight smile as I take a second look.