Why procrastination? What does it do for me? I'm doing it right now and I can't figure it out. Why, when I have something pressing that I don't want to do, am I so excited to do the other things that I put off on every other day? Is it just a means to make myself feel like crap later on when I'm rushing around trying to get what is pressing done? Do I like feeling overwhelmed and despairing with to much too do in too little time? I know I don't like it, but maybe somewhere at some deep unconscious level I do, because why else would I do it so much of the freakin' time?
I look at people who are organized and do things in time with ease and grace and wonder what battles they have to fight in their mind. Their house is clean, children well behaved, finances lovely, food storage is set, testimony is secure... at least that is what is visible on the surface. Do they have problems too?
I can't see their problems, but I feel like my life is an open book, and that book ain't Charles Dickens... it's an Elmo coloring book that a three year old has scribbled on every page. My life is crazy and disorganized and nothing seems to be "in the lines". Do those apparently perfect people feel the same way? I wish I could name a few of them and ask them. What are your battles, you perfect people? Tell me!
Ya, I know. I'm looking at my neighbor like I admonished myself not to yesterday. Open book, see? Well anyway... procrastination and why I do it is on my mind and I'm not in a very good mood today. I just don't feel like being eloquent or nice, so my apologies to all you lovelies who are reading. I'll get over it and be happy tomorrow or in 5 minutes... that's how I roll.