Last week was a week of to-do lists.
A week of writing them.
Not a week of completing items on them.
I seemed to forget that simply writing down what I need to do isn’t the same as doing them. It’s not even getting halfway there.
It’s just yet another way of putting off the actual doing of them.
So when you finally call to book that appointment, the places are all taken.
When you finally finish that short story and submit it for consideration, you learn that entries closed last week.
When you finally get to the library to borrow the book you placed on hold, it’s been taken off hold and someone else has borrowed it.
When you finally call kindergartens about their 2014 three-year-old kindergarten programs, they cluck despairingly and lament that you might have left it too late.
When you finally send the invoice for your last paying job pre-bub, you realise you’re probably not going to see the money before you’re actually holding that bub.
And when you finally write that blog post about procrastination, it has really just become yet another form of procrastination. Because you still don’t have an appointment. You still don’t have the book. You still don’t have a spot for your daughter in kinder next year. And you still don’t have the money.
Perhaps I need a to-do list that looks more like this:
|A friend of mine posted this on facebook.
If anyone knows the source, please let me know.
I’ve already learnt that you can always find a reason to procrastinate. That you have to make things happen.
Looks like I need to learn it again. Procrastination, begone!
Ooh, the Oscars are on…
Do you procrastinate? How do you avoid procrastination’s evil clutches when your to-do list is longer than <think of something long to add in here later>?