Wednesday, May 14, 2008
We've all known 'procrastinators.' You know. Those folks who never studied in college until the night before a final. The people who only remember to pay bills once every two months. The ones that skip jury duty, forget to file their taxes, and never get around to giving their dogs flea medication.
I usually take stressful things head on, like an attack. Bills to pay? I itch to get it over with. Trip to take? I pack two days ahead and end up living out of a suit case. But procrastination still creeps its way into my life. I suspect its some bizarre, never before seen hybrid case of procrastination. I put off seemingly easy things, even enjoyable things.
For example; this table. I bought it over a year ago. I purchased this thing with full intentions of painting it. I had no desire for a natural wood table. I bought it specifically to paint it white. But somehow, that weird little procrastination virus bit and the table stood untouched for over a year.
Why? During the course of the year I did plenty of things I didn't WANT to do. I got my wisdom teeth pulled. I wrote a check to the IRS that made me very, very angry. I pulled weeds, watered plants, took vitamins and started a grueling work-out program very early in the mornings. But paint that table? Nope. I just walked by it, several times each day thinking, "Wow, I really should get that project done." And yet, nothing. For over 365 days.
Either way, I've finished it finally. It's not the best paint job ever, but at least it's done. Except for the top coat. And who knows; at the rate I'm going it could be another year before that happens.