There's a beast in me that I
grapple with everyday. Its a many-headed monster. So maybe I can tackle it one
head at a time.
Procrastination! there I've said it and maybe this will make my battle easier.Oh, yes! you've come across the garden variety procrastination. Not paying bills to the very last minute; not replying to emails, snail mail; clearing out the garage. Everyone is guilty of one or more of these. But for some like me its a gargantuan task.
"Put away each thing once you're done with it," suggests my mother tactfully. Yes! makes a lot of sense. Logical, even. I can do logic. But the monster within me has a very low threshold of tolerance for the merely mundane, routine, ho-hum, repetitive, everyday acts of life. Things have to excite me, challenge me. I'm something of a risk taker.
My mother will cheerfully wake up every morning: have her shower, go for a walk, have her breakfast, cook an elaborate meal for the day, clean up thoroughly after herself and then, and only then will she reward herself every week day with her "soaps" from 12:30 to 3 PM. That done, she's ready for whatever may come along. That was the example she set me as I grew up. Obviously, it didn't take. I have two sisters who follow that model. Where did I go wrong?
For me it's a battle and I recognize that. I can do it. I have done it (many times) like a smoker quitting his habit! But ces la vie........at least for me!
Procrastination! there I've said it and maybe this will make my battle easier.Oh, yes! you've come across the garden variety procrastination. Not paying bills to the very last minute; not replying to emails, snail mail; clearing out the garage. Everyone is guilty of one or more of these. But for some like me its a gargantuan task.
"Put away each thing once you're done with it," suggests my mother tactfully. Yes! makes a lot of sense. Logical, even. I can do logic. But the monster within me has a very low threshold of tolerance for the merely mundane, routine, ho-hum, repetitive, everyday acts of life. Things have to excite me, challenge me. I'm something of a risk taker.
My mother will cheerfully wake up every morning: have her shower, go for a walk, have her breakfast, cook an elaborate meal for the day, clean up thoroughly after herself and then, and only then will she reward herself every week day with her "soaps" from 12:30 to 3 PM. That done, she's ready for whatever may come along. That was the example she set me as I grew up. Obviously, it didn't take. I have two sisters who follow that model. Where did I go wrong?
For me it's a battle and I recognize that. I can do it. I have done it (many times) like a smoker quitting his habit! But ces la vie........at least for me!