Procrastinating

Procrastinating. That’s what’s actually happening as I write this slice. Because even though I am checking THIS item off my list of things to do, it is not what is at the top of that list.

About a half hour ago, I stopped myself from writing this post for just that reason. I told myself I would get to it later. But after accomplishing part of my other “to do”, I went back to reading and commenting on other slicers’ posts and was inspired to write my own. What kind of writer would I be if I ignored inspiration?

I suppose I have always been a procrastinator. Isn’t everyone at least a little bit, at some point in their lives or in one moment of their day? I mean, no one actually does everything they need to do exactly when they need to do it! Right? My husband probably does so more than I do, but only with specific things-which are not always the things at the top of my list, of course:)

My mother is DEFINITELY a procrastinator. It’s just all her fault, I guess! It’s genetic and I do not have much control over this issue. For some reason, though, I do seem to want my children to be free of this flaw in their character. Interesting.

I do think I have improved with procrastination because I have realized that it only makes things worse for me in the end. Recently I have been washing the dishes before it is time for bed, because I have not enjoyed that moment when I’m about to go upstairs, and I see that they are still in the sink. I’ve even started folding laundry almost immediately. Well, maybe not immediately, but at least sooner than I have before. Small improvements are still improvements!

I can’t always regret my procrastination though because doing things when I am more motivated to do them helps me to complete them with gusto and efficiency. I am writing this very quickly and easily, but the work I should have been doing would have been slow and with much distraction.

Hopefully when I am finished posting this piece, I will be ready for the items on the ‘top’ of my list. Procrastination is not always a bad thing!

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